My new dancing parter...Mr. Hugh Hefner

There are some creepy people in this world. Correction: there are some extremely creepy people in this world.

We sometimes have the unfortunate experience of having to come into contact with some of these disturbing and stalkerish characters, but boy, they sure do make one hell of a story; sometimes, they're the best stories life can throw your way.

This is the story about my encounter with Hugh Hefner's twin. This is the disturbing 80 year-old man who asked me to dance.

Now, I guess I must take some responsibility for putting myself in such a weird environment to begin with, one where I was bound to meet someone as creepy as him. I mean, no one goes to a cowboy karaoke bar expecting to meet a debonair prince charming, and there's definitely no Clint Eastwood's lurking around there. But, I didn't expect to meet Hugh Hefner either.

Now, I must inform you that I did not meet Hugh Hefner himself (although I may have accepted his invite to dance, solely for bragging rights and nothing more), nor did I meet his blood-related brother. BUT, I did meet his creepy identical no-named twin who did ask a 21 year-old to dance in a bar, with Viagra on his mind and his hips ready to swing.

Creepy? Check. Awkward? Check. Disturbing? Check. Disgusting? Check.

Let's just say this: there are some people, in certain situations and in certain environments, that I would rather say I never met.

By the way, for all you Hugh Hefners out there--please, PLEASE don't assume a bunch of young girls are willing to dance with you because you grab their waist and they are much too creeped out to push you off. I mean, if they push a little too hard they might break your hip. Save your perverted mind for someone your own age.

Oh the joys of meeting an interesting stranger.

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