bald? take a number! or, what to do when some guy gives you his phone expecting you to enter your number

so my friend lauren (whom i went to go visit back in march) is in town. kind of spur-of the moment as she bought her ticket out here wednesday. and her plans fell through with the friend with whom she had planned on staying, so she is staying here. which is no problem at all because she fits right in.

last night she and i and mr. p went downtown to my favorite tapas place. it was quite strange walking into the place and not having to fight your way to the girl with the notebook. i think it was due to the world series (who is playing? why is it in chicago?) not that i thought everyone would be at the game; i imagine the people who frequent my favorite tapas place (latin@s and cultured people like me) aren't really white sox fans, they just figured the whole city would be a mess of cars and SUVs that they just stayed home. which was nice for us because we actually got to sit at the bar while we were waiting for a table!

i had a litte too much sangria, plus i'm a lightweight, and add to that the fact that i haven't had anything to drink for like... a month? i couldn't remember the last time i drank anything.

we went to another bar afterwards, one that's open till 4 and is closer to home.

two, yes TWO, bald men came to hit on me.

not that there is anything wrong with bald; they actually handled it quite well. the first one was ugandan. he had heavy eyebrows and wasn't totally bald but was totally bald on purpose (ie, i believe a razor may have been involved.) the other one you could tell had the thinning hairline, and he also handled it very well with the remainder of his hair cut to about two millimeters in length.

no, neither of them got my number.

first, they both had the audacity to approach me even though lauren and i were with TWO BOYS. second...

the ugandan was weird. we're not sure if he was crazy or drunk, and he kept coming up to us. he didn't make direct eye contact either but seemed too nervous to actually hold a coherent conversation. it was then that i switched my ring to my other hand as a deterrent.

the other guy wouldn't stop touching me. he came up and sat next to me and asked me about my scarf. then (and my scarf is covering my neck and my chest) he picks up the long fringe and feels it. then he checks out my necklace - i was a little shocked because the necklace was precariously draped over my chest and he picked it up to look at it. then he started to hold my hand. and play with our hair (laurie was sitting right next to me showing more interest than i was.) so then his friends told him they were all leaving. he takes out his phone and gives it to me and says, "why don't you put your number in there?" and he walks away for a minute. of course i'm not giving him my number; i'm more curious to see how many girl's phone numbers he's got on there. i get to 11 (and the j's) when he comes back. he scrolls through a few more with me there and then he had to go. i'm not sure how the let-down went but i said something like, maybe i'll see you later (because it is a possibility.) of course he will have to let coincidence decide that as he did not get my number.

both of them asked me if i was married or engaged. they must have been older or something.

my only explanation is that i'm probably ovulating and i didn't wear deodorant that night (therefore pheromones being quite easily detectable.) but honestly, two bald guys in a night? kind of odd.