Today's OneWord: Mixer

So we were at a mixer the other night, and there were two girls just staring at us the whole time. Like, non-blinking, eyes-bugging, legitimate, bona fide staring. I remember we went to the bar to get ourselves some martinis, and one of the girls with the never ending gaze just tapped me on the shoulder - right on the sore spot, too, where I had just gotten a fresh tetanus shot - and she asked me:

"Do you like your women like you like your martinis?"

I didn't know how to answer. "Uh, you mean dry and with olives?"