Every year, there's a swimsuit competition at the Jackson location. I haven't been in the past few years, but like Mardi Gras, my experiences there have been memorable. Not from hot red heads or some slammin' brunette, but from the people who come to see them.
You should see what comes out of the woodworks for a bikini competition. The lowest scum of the earth will appear whenever skin is exposed!
Okay, so I'm there with two co-workers. This is the 2nd event we've attended, so we're already resigned to the fact that whoever we think looks the best won't win. My co-workers and I prefer "Apple Bottoms," (a lady with a nice, big, round, and juicy one) but, most of the contestants are pretty thin and lack the "forbidden fruit." Despite that, we're pretty happy with the contestants and then we noticed that a guy sitting next to us is pretty happy as well. A little too happy.
This dude is in the mid-to-late 40's and is working the comb over. He has on overalls and has so much stubble on his face that it looks like baby spiders are having a meeting on his cheeks. My co-workers and I agreed to call this guy "Otis" since the name seemed to fit. Every time a young lady walks by his table, he mutters "Good Lord" under his breath and stares at that lady's butt like he's trying to put a spell on it. He's sitting by himself with a bucket of beer and he refuses to blink out of fear that he might miss something. So, contestant #1 comes out and Otis starts rocking back and forth and making these weird grunting noises as if he's trying to communicate to a camel. My co-workers and I, who are standing, slowly slide away from Otis who looks as if his head is about to explode.
|Otis almost lost his mind when she came out.|
|None of the ladies could get those guys' attention. They were way too cool for that.|
So, towards the end of the event, it's started to get hot under the tent despite the sun going down 20 minutes ago. There's one last interesting guy that I spot. There's this tall guy (maybe 6'6" or 6'7") who stands out despite the fact that he's seated. Whenever one of the contestants is eliminated from the competition, he catches their hand as they leave the stage and whispers something to them. I didn't think much of it the first time he did it, but after the sixth or seventh girl it became comical.
Does he really think that he can continue to do this and get a number from one of these ladies? Doesn't he know that they see him doing this to each lady that leaves the stage? Either this guy is stupid or he only dates stupid women. This just goes to show you, ladies: regardless how immature a man's approach is towards you, he only does what works for him. Obviously, this guy has whispered into his fair share of ears with success or I guarantee you that he wouldn't continue to do it.
|The eventual winner. She deserved it. She brought attitude with the shape.|
So, the eventual winner makes her way out to strut her victory lap around the stage. She's a red head that was the attitude to go with a tight, little package. Otis definitely approves because he's rocking so hard in his seat that he's about to take flight. Even one of the posers took his sunglasses off to get a better look. The tall guy was gone at this point, so maybe something he whispered to one of the runner-ups worked out for him.
When it was all said and done, it was an interesting night. Me and my co-workers got to have a guy's night out and I got memories that are now part of a blog post. I have to give those ladies credit. It takes a lot of guts to get on stage in a two-piece in front of so many different types of guys. You don't know if you're advertising yourself for a potential husband, stalker, or sugar daddy. I've always been curious to the type of security provided for these women when they leave work. I'd hate for them to be on their way to their car and they hear grunting coming from Otis some where in the vicinity.
A lot of ladies hate on Hooters Girls. They call them whores, hoochies, or whatever. I just think they're people trying to make a dollar like everyone else in the world. They're not giving lap dances or hand jobs. They're giving out chicken wings and beers while mixing in an occasional bikini once a year.
"What's wrong with that?," asks the man. :)
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