My Friend Leslie

Heavily Revised 5/8/2012


In Early January of 2009, I was at the Ambassador in the Hollywood District of Portland, Oregon performing some karaoke. I had just done Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up. (Which I owned, by the way. Everyone was sufficiently Rick Rolled.) I was taking my bow and walking back over to my friends when this blonde girl grabbed my hand and walked me over to the bench where she and her friend were sitting.

This was a new experience for me. I was not used to being led by the hand, especially not by strangers, especially not by strange women. She guided me over to her booth where her friend, who was significantly more attractive then she was, was sitting.

Once at the booth, she told me her name was Leslie and that she loved me "right now" and that she was from Las Vegas in town for work.

I told her I used to live in Vegasand asked her what she did for a living. She told me she worked for an airline. I told her I was a teacher.

This was pretty much a lie.I was also in no way attracted to this girl at all. I was just trying to be polite.

She wasn't ugly. She seemed like she took good care of herself. She smelled nice. Yet, there was just something about her that I found unappealing. Perhaps it was her boldness. Perhaps it was her wonton availability. It kind of reeked of desperation.

She asked me if I wanted to hang out sometime and I said sheepishly "sure" but made no effort to get her number- nor give her mine. She kept staring at me and I did my best not to look directly at her face because I was afraid she would kiss me. She kept telling me that she thought I was really cute and she asked me if I thought she was.

What I should have done was lie and say I had a girlfriend. Or that I was gay. Or married. Something. Anything! But, I wasn't thinking. I said simply, not wanting to hurt her feelings, that "I'm not really attracted to you- but, I generally am not attracted to blondes.”

This was probably the absolute wrong thing to say, and had the exact opposite effect on her from what I intended.

At that point, my wonderful friends Josh the Terrible and Niira Danger- who were my backup plan to leave Leslie's side- left the bar, and thus left me to be slaughtered.

All the while, Leslie was rubbing my thighs and inching closer to me. At one point, she even put her hand on my ass. When I looked down at her hand, she quickly moved it away, but was still seemingly undeterred. She said I didn't have to sit and talk with her if I didn't want too, again telling me she thought I was cute and asking me if I thought she was.

I told her “I really admire your forwardness but I’m not used to that, and it makes me uncomfortable.”

She kept touching me, and I started to feel my hormones unwillingly gathering to attention. I had no physical attraction to this girl, yet my testosterone was coming dangerously close to clouding my judgment. It didn't help that I was somewhat lonely and was mildly on the prowl for a mate. Could be worse things than going home with a crazy girl, I thought.

She said she wanted to go bowling with me at this 24 hour bowling alley she found, though I strongly suspected she had a different game in mind. I do love bowling, though, and I have to admit that this idea was tempting. Meanwhile, her face kept inching closer to mine and her lips came dangerously close to mine. I could smell her cherry lip balm.

Finally, I freed myself from her talons and fled like Joseph from Potiphar’s wife. I almost felt bad for the girl- she looked so sad when I left. She also did not smell in the least like alcohol so she was either was just naturally bold. Or, and I particularly like this option, she just found me totally irresistible.

Of course, this could have also just been a dare, a bet of some kind, and if it was, I hope she won it. That kind of forwardness deserves a reward.

To my friend Leslie: Good luck in Vegas- or wherever you are.

Thanks for Reading.

PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is an author with Sweatshoppe Publications, which will soon re-release his poetry collection, Digging to China. Additionally, the managing editor at eFiction horror and The New Bridge online newspaper.. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!


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PDXKaraokeGuy 3 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks Kimmie... running is usually the right choice. I hope you had a merry Christmas and please have a happy new year!


Sunnie Day 3 years ago

Hi Justin I still like this story and very funny..and my thoughts are still the same...Run Run Run! Lol

Oh Merry Christmas!


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

mymindseye, I can appreciate boldness... just not obnoxiousness :-)


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My Minds Eye53 4 years ago from Tennessee

I have asked men out before, but not like this girl. It's hard to ask a guy out but a couple of them actually said yes!


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks Brittany. I'm glad you enjoyed it!


Brittany!! 4 years ago

This Is Good story!!!


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Susan, thank you. She's not the only one who's happy :-)

Sunnie, I do appreciate a girl who doesn't play games. men are lousy at picking up on clues. but something about her was off...

Thanks, Till, though my wife is named Andrea. Nicky was the fella that introduced us :-) I'm glad you enjoyed this!

Audrey, I certainly am, though I'm not sure if Chuck Taylor's count as running shoes :-)

Thanks ya'll for reading!


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

I am thinking you are glad that you had your running shoes on that night! Good read Justin!


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

You know no one needs to tell you you made right choices. Imagine being saddled with Leslie when your lovely Nicky came along? Of course Leslie still would've been history but it could've been 'awkward.' Cute hub.


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

PDX all I have to say is I am glad you let your mind do some thinking for you.hehe.in my opnion (of course I am 51 and a grandma) would think this little girl was way too forward and had played that game many times..but when you are young, lonely, and A MAN...it is so easy to be swayed..so you did the right thing by running...run fast my sweet friend..Run..lol

Sunnie


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Just Ask Susan 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

I really enjoy how you tell a story. I'm sure your lovely wife is happy that you fled the scene or you may not have met her :)


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PDXKaraokeGuy 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

molo, I used to karaoke a lot when I was single. not so much now. I'm glad I ran. she had crazy written all over her. Thanks for reading and commenting!


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molometer 5 years ago

Hi Justin,

You seem to live in the karaoke bar,lol and this little chickadee sounds a little forward to my sensibilities. I think you made a wise choice in doing a runner.

Good read Justin on life's little oddities.


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PDXKaraokeGuy 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks Sky! I will say, the bowling offer was very tempting, as I do love bowling Oh so very much


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Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

Actually you did pretty well, should be proud.

The only time you fell was when you were thinking about going bowling because you to shared that passion, but you scored highly with life .Quick and correct decision.

Even when one gives in to a moment, they are still expected to be in charge of the next. You did yourself a favor, got a good story out of it, and lived to tell the tale.

Blessings..


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PDXKaraokeGuy 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

Thanks u Chris! I appreciate the read!


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chrisam01 5 years ago from Los Angeles, California, USA

I love this story! Entertaining and captivating! Thanks for sharing :)


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PDXKaraokeGuy 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon Author

thank you Naturalsolutions. Thanks for stopping by


naturalsolutions 5 years ago

Wonderful story, thumbs up to you PDXkaraoke ;)

Thsi story tells a lot of things in life and I believe, everyone should know this.


Monchichi 6 years ago

As for me, I like blondes.....hehehe.

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