I am not one to toot my own horn. Never have been. But since becoming single (which was only about 6 months ago) I have met so many new people. Let me rephrase that, I have met so many new men. I was always the type of girl to have a lot of friends who were men and very few friends that were women. So naturally, a night out at the bar with my friends (when I was with my Ex) would consist of about 10 men and myself. The Ex would never come. And maybe two or three times in the whole three years he and I dated had I been approached by a man that was not within my circle of friends. I swear I must’ve been putting out some subconscious “vibe” to ward off the single male. Now-a-days, I get approached at least 2-3 times every time I go out. It’s all very strange to me. I don’t dress, act, talk any different than I did before. I don’t eye guys up and down when I spot them at the bar. Half the time I don’t even notice that there is anyone else there other than my friends and myself.
And I’m not putting myself down, but I don’t think that I am really anything special. I think I’m alright. Average. I have average looks (and I don’t dress like other girls; jeans and tee shirts are my everyday wardrobe) and I have an ok personality (at least I think so; I’m smart and funny; nothing to brag about) and I don’t really do anything in particular to “lure in the men”.
A typical night at the bar for me? My friends are all dressed on the nicer side. My guy friends wear $80 jeans with the premade fade in the front. A button down shirt, nothing fancy, with shoes, not sneakers. Like I mentioned earlier, it’s 10 of them and one of me, the only girl, always. None of the girlfriends come out. I go there in my $3 Old Navy flip flops, jeans that are so old that they have rips and tears that $80 jeans don’t. They typically have some kind of dirt/stain on it being that I almost always go straight from work. I’m usually wearing some lame tee. Today it was one of my favorites. Plain, cotton tee (NOT skin-tight) with a pitcher of beer on it and it says “Relief Pitcher”. If you don’t know me, than you probably wouldn’t understand the value the shirt holds in my heart. It’s almost 8 years old, has seen so many places, faces, and adventures. I got it at a Red Sox/Yankees game. (I’m a Met fan by the way.) My hair, now being short, is messy and curly due to the lovely rain we had today with some flimsy, plain headband in my hair. It’s so short that I can’t even pull it up. So when I have a bad hair day, everyone knows about it. I looked like a God-damn mess. And yet, I still managed to get two free drinks.
I must add that I am also that girl that will argue with a guy about free drinks. I don’t think it’s fair that men should always pay for the drinks. The first guy came over with a drink in-hand for me. After about 10 seconds he commented on my ass and he was immediately dismissed. *NOTE-Guys: Girls like me are absolutely repulsed by comments such as “Nice ass”, “Hey hottie”, “Sexy”, “Ma”, and the like. Don’t waste your time, they will get you NOWHERE with me.
The second came over offering a name and drink. I accepted the name, declined the drink, but offered to buy him instead. After about 3 and half minutes of discussing why I wouldn’t let him buy me a drink, he bought me one anyway. (It sucks drinking beer sometimes because you can’t even deny what you’re drinking while taking the opportunity to tease and flirt.) He was very nice. Intelligent. Very well mannered. It didn’t hurt that he was devastatingly handsome and dressed in a very nice (and what appeared to be very expensive) suit. Now, being a casual girl myself, I don’t know why it is that I drool so much over a man dressed in a nice suit. I suppose it’s some sort of fantasy of mine that I have not yet realized.
After about an hour of shameless flirting, small talk, and the occasional pause in conversation to sip our drinks and smile at each other, we parted ways. He was meeting some clients from his “firm” for drinks and they had arrived. We exchanged phone numbers and I promised myself I would contain my drool long enough for my friends to ask questions about the mysterious man rather than tease me about it. Oh, and I sent a drink to his table just before he sat with his clients. Because it’s only fair.
He sat at a table across the bar with four other men in equally ecsquisite suits and glanced in my direction from time to time letting out just a tiny smirk. Just enough to make me blush and have to look away only to see all of my friends gaucking at me and waiting to rip on me for it.
Who thought Tuesday’s didn’t have to be dull?
So CC Guy and I have a date tomorrow night. The Mets game. I’m very excited. I’ve only been to one game so far this season (game two of the subway series at Shea). And I haven’t seen CC Guy in a few weeks! So this will be nice. And maybe it will help take my mind of Rocker (yes… I’m still thinking about him… a lot.)
I spoke to him (Rocker) last night. I originally invited him to the game because he had been bugging me about it for weeks now. “When are we going to go to a Mets game?” But he gave me this whole speach about how he’s “hiding from the world. Needs to get his thoughts straight. Clear his head. Yada yada yada.”
What the hell is that all about?
