What a bizarre night at the Lone Star last night. I had a stalker. This guy came up to me and started talking to me on the patio. Can't blame him. I was looking hot LOL. He wasn't ugly or anything. Borderline cute. But, his English was horrible. I only understood about 25% of what he saying. But the one phrase he kept repeating over and over (he must have practiced) was "I like big American man for sex." I felt like I was being hit on by those two "wild and crazy guys" from Saturday Night Live.

So, after a few minutes of that, I decided to disentangle myself from him. But he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept following me around trying to grope me. His aggressiveness and lack of English skills really turned me off. And he certainly didn't help his cause when he cornered me in the restroom and whipped out his hard 4 inch pecker. I guess he hadn't heard that I'm a size queen.

So, some of my friends saw my plight, and they surrounded me like a bunch of Secret Service guys, keeping the stalker at bay. He appeared to leave after awhile, but as the bar was closing, one of my friends checked outside and he was there waiting for me. So they did the Secret Service thing again and rushed me to my car.

I always feel that any attention is flattering, even if it's by someone to whom I'm not particularly attracted. But, this guy was WAY over the top.