Enter TWO new characters: 666 and The Friend-of-a-friend
Enter New Group: Boy Watchers Club: group of friends, who frequent Bauhaus, and who also like to scope out a room for cute boys when they can.
New Set/Set Change: Linda's
In an attempt to find the cute boy from last night and in correspondence with the stranger ad I placed, Th
e Wifey and I decided to go back to
Bauhaus. For some reason I really thought he might be there. He was not. I figured: I came back, so why wouldn't he? We sat outside and waited fo
r him. The Boy Watchers Three Joined us for a while. We blatantly scoped out guys passing on the street and tho
se who chose to go inside the doors of the coffee shop. I showed the three my personal ad in the stranger. We all tried to look intelligent by reading various books ranging from
international classics to books on law. Mostly we were all just guy scoping.
Two friends passed by us while we were waiting outside. They were with another friend as
well- who had just moved up here for grad school from Colorado. The jubilantly proclaimed that they were going to Linda's. It was our back-up plan (if cute boy didn't come back) to go out anyway, and because the Wifey thought one of them was cute, we decided that it would only be polite, after all, to meet up with them- as they said they would save us seats there. We dropped her car off and drove to Linda's.
It was my first time at Linda's. We went to the patio area to look for the guys. We saw them there, but it appeared that they were with a larger group. Both of us were too shy/not drunk enough to approach them (being as they were with a lot of people and all), and so we went back inside and sat at a booth.
Wifey noticed a man in a purple shirt, who looked to be in his mid 20's, who kept staring over at our table. It was true. Every time I looked over at him, he was looking back at us. I bet Wifey $10 that he would come over to our table. It wasn't but a short time after that that we noted him making his way up to the bar. Indeed, he bought us a pitcher and brought over only 2 glasses. Mental math- quickly- there were three of us.
He was jittery. He said that he was an artist, and then asked us to guess his job. After many failed attempts, he said that he makes pizza. How in the world can you say you are into graphic art and that that is relational to your job as a pizza boy. He probably doesn't even make the pizza's, but just delivers them. After some more Q&A (all on h
is part, might I add), he asked if we were religious. We both answered "eh, um, eh, not really?" to which he replied by showing us his tattoo of 666- hence his nickname for this blog 666. Shortly after that Wifey left the table. I was stuck alone- pinned in the booth, unable to exit. He went to the bathroom once. "Dare I risk it, to leave"? I thought. NO! For to leave would mean passing by the men's bathroom, which would risk him coming out or still being in line and me having to explain myself. My opportunity did present itself (shortly after he told me about all of the hallucinogenic drugs he does...not surprising) when he asked if I smoked. No. I don't. Did I want to join him outside anyway? Ok, I said. He started walking really fast. I was walking slow. When he was far enough ahead of me, I saw my Wifey and booked it towards her.
She was sitting at the table with our friends from earlier that night. Turns out they were not with that big
group that we thought they were with. Enter new character: The Friend-of-a-friend. While the rest of the table was engaging in conversation with each other, The Friend-of-a-friend and I were engrossed in our own "get-to-know-you", mor
e than just being polite, still want to keep the conversation going because I enjoy talking to you, type conversation.
Now, let's get one thing straight. I am not good at telling if someone is flirting with me, and it should be clear by now that I am not good at telling when they are not into me- in fact, I am probably more dense than anything else the laws of physics have discovered- but this time...this time I was sure there was much flirtation going. On both of our parts (or so I thought). Someone brought another pitcher of beer to the table. Flirtation yet again. Wifey brought up the fact that I didn't drink, but for some odd reason I felt compelled to "prove myself", at which point I said "watch me", poured myself a glass of PBR and started to drink it. There was even a point in time when I poured another (though Wifey was helping me out to drink them. She could tell I didn't like PBR very much).
"Great!" I think to myself "This is the way you are supposed to meet people; through other people, not the internet
Friends went to go get food. We stayed at the table. He really wanted a hot dog from the stand outside, with the rest of his friends, but decided to continue the conversation instead. At some point in time I realized that I had lost my phone. I thought it might be inside...in there with the 666 creepster. There were only four of us at the table at that point. Wifey said she would go inside to find it and my friend (the one friend-of-a-friend moved down here for), also decided to up and leave and go to find my phone/hit the bar with my wifey....here we are, alone at the table. Best part, it was not at all awkward! What? How did that happen? As the night started to wind-down, friend-of-a-friend invited us over to one of our friends house (and considering he just moved up here, that is a big step, because he didn't know the friend whose house he was inviting us to). After last call (yes, we stayed until then!), we all stood outside awkwardly...the boys (well, most of them), wanting to leave, and my wifey, friend-a-friend (who had told us we could go with them, but we felt awkward because it wasn't an invite from the person whose house it was), and myself awaiting an invite, which never came. Because I had no phone, I couldn't get his number, and didn't give out mine. Both of us attempted to go back inside and look for my phone, but the bouncer wouldn't let us back in. Oh well.
Wifey and I left. We talked for at least an hour more. We talked about Friend-of-a-friend and how it was apparent his flirting was.
The next morning I requested him as a friend on facebook. He accepted the request- at which point I find out he is in a relationship. Boo.
At any rate...
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