Dear Crazy Legs,
When I go to a bar, I like to watch people. I especially pay attention if I’m having a club soda night.
(If I’m not, sometimes I become the watchee.)
Anyway, I had my eye on you. For good reason.
My pseudo sister-in-law Becky said you’re a regular. And some drunk girl always ends up being your dance partner.
Everybody wins!
Tonight, though, you were really feeling yourself. Literally.
Becky and I were not the only ones shocked when you appointed yourself the Extremely Pointless Fly Girl.
Er. Fly Guy.
The whole crowd was incredulous but amused.
Thankfully, you didn’t overstay your welcome. One song, then you bowed and took off.
Becky said it well: “That was the highlight of my day!”
So I guess I’ll see you next time?
Keep on dancing,
Beth
* Thanks, Van Halen. BTW, it is not Halen with Hagar. That’s Van Hagar.
Observe and report 
The guy reminds me of the Evil X. Sad to say, men of a certain age, build and style of dress USUALLY remind me of the Evil X. 😀
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Sorry. Eesh. He seemed harmless enough, but I wasn’t dating him.
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He’s probably OK. Not all those guys are the Evil X.
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