Yesterday, Pooly, the dog and myself were out looking for somewhere to have a nice lunch. As we walked past one place a number of gals who were sitting outside called out for us to come inside. We decided to look at the menu and went inside.
I was shocked, as when we entered we saw gals playing pool with no singlets on.
Anyway, they were all very nice and it was explained to me that these gals were called 'bargals' because they like to hang out in bars.
A very pretty gal asked me if I wanted to 'take care her' and I bought her a nice drink and asked her if she wanted to play a nice game of backgammon. I have to say that she was very friendly and we just seemed to get along from the start.
I was shocked when Pooly explained to me what her job was there in the bar and at first I didnt believe him.
The conversation continued and I found myself staring at my backgammon opponent wondering what made her decide to wrestle with falang for a living.
Pooly went on to explain that it was very likely that she was doing that job in order to find a husband. I though that this was a sort of 'try before you by' situation.
Anyway, it occured to me that, although she was very attractive and clearly ensconsed by my natural, windswept and interesting looks there is no way that I could or would ever having any kind of a relationship with her simply because she has had 3 kilometres of cock through her.
Call me fickle if you like or maybe even prudish but to my way of thinking marrying a gal like that is just not on.
I dont care how good she is at backgammon.
Am I right to think this way, or am I bringing my western sensibilities into play too much?
Would you marry a bar gal?