About a month ago a new Hooter’s opened up just down the street. I’ve never been to one and after many wise cracking statements I could come up with, I realized that I wanted to see what one was like. Oh boy. You know how they say curiosity killed the cat? Yeah…I’d be dead if I was a feline. I had no idea what I was getting myself in to and no, I was not ready for it. We went on a day that John thought he wouldn’t be able to see the Titans game on the basic channels. It was packed and I was surprised at how many women were present. When we walked in I was actually ahead of John and the greeter made eyes at me and actually flirted with me! Hello?! I almost turned around to tell John I saw enough, but I kept quiet. Since it was so busy we just had to stand and wait. During this waiting we were approached at least 5 times by the next Miss Thang waitress saying it would just be a moment after they took a look around the restaurant and saw it was full. Also during this waiting I saw what everybody was wearing…and I can tell you it wasn’t much: tight fitting tank top and short, short, short, short shorts. They all were done up with make-up, hair, and bright, shining smiles. Of course all the girls were tiny so they could fit into their tiny uniforms.
I felt like an idiot.
I’m not ugly by any means, but I’m not drop-dead gorgeous either. I was so uncomfortable being around these girls. Let’s just say I have a lot of self-esteem issues to work through, haha. John was really good though. He didn’t pay any attention to the girls because that’s not who he is, he’s never been the type of guy who just wanted a piece of ass. He also told me that I was beautiful and had nothing to worry about, which helped. The food was fine and our waitress was nice, but that will definitely not persuade me to go back to Hooters.
