Being hit on by Devlin...

My girls and I went out to a club up North called LuLu's. I spent a lot of the night dodging guys, which isn't that fun, but proves to be interesting. First there was the large, sweaty white dude who's name I never got. Then there was the balding Pakistani guy, who was quite the gentlemen and I think a bit weirded out that I had a background with Islam. And there were a few others that tried to get my number, but the funniest experience by far was being hit on by a large African-American man named Devlin. First of all, the name is classic. I mean, how many Devlin's do you know? And secondly, his approach was HEE-LARIOUS. He said he wanted to dance with me because he liked girls with a little girth. He then proceeded to tell me that he liked his women "thick." I think he also said something about "good birthing hips" at one point. Now, I know I'm not a skinny girl. Never was and never will be. But I wouldn't really describe myself with the same terminology as Devlin. And for the man to say all of this in a conversation that he hopes is going to impress me enough to want to give him my phone number is pretty crazy. I thanked Devlin for his time and waddled my girth out on the dance floor with Megan to shake my good birthing hips in peace.