Being the Old, Creepy Guy At the Bar Isn’t All Bad

A couple of weekends ago, my brother and I were forced against our will to hang out at one of those trendy night clubs (the better half and her girlfriends wanted to dance).  We were the oldest, creepiest guys in the bar.  So we decided to have some fun with it.

We placed a bet on the number of sorority girls and 20-something trust fund princesses we could freak out.  Then, we took turns leering at them from down the bar.  Whenever we made eye contact, we would make ourselves even creepier by winking at them.  I even licked my lips while staring directly at one young lady, and I'm pretty sure she threw up a little in her mouth.

My brother and I kept score and, by the stroke of midnight, I had completely creeped out six young women, a couple of whom may have been emotionally scarred for life. Unfortunately for him, my brother only managed to deeply disturb four of them.  As I enjoyed the fruits of my labor (my brother bought the last round), I delighted in the fact that I was the creepiest old dude in the club that night.

The next time you're the oldest guy in the bar, embrace your inner creepiness and see what kind of responses you get.  It's not nearly as bad as it's cracked up to be.