So I went and hung out with some friends last weekend. They were all gathering at a place I think of as my “Cheers”, despite that I don’t make it down there every day and don’t know most of the staff. I just feel homey when I’m there.
I honestly really needed a “Gingerman” trip anyway. It’d been a while since I’d been there, and the need for beer was strong. If the Gingerman was closer to me, I might actually have a chance of becoming that alcoholic that I keep trying and failing to be. Though I even doubt that one as I’ve a fridge with cold beer and several bottles of hard liquor that I’m always forgetting to drink. I even have my favorite vodka (Armadale) sitting right beside my computer, and like eating.. I forget to drink it.
It’s actually pretty amazing that I remember to post blog posts or even manage to get through writing a blog post. Yes, my attention span is that f’d up. Ooooo pretty…
Oh yes.. back to the Gingerman..
I arrive. Late. As usual. But not so late to miss the entire party, just enough that I’m a drink or two behind everyone else. A true alcoholic would have arrived early to drink more.. damn it..
Anyway, my friends see me and act like I’m some sort of mirage. Have I mentioned that I’ve not seen most of them in months? It takes them a minute but..
I got flack.
“Where have you been? Don’t tell me you have friends other than us!” Don lectured me jokingly as he came over to give me a big hug.
He was then followed by a couple girls that I pretend to be friends with, but in reality barely know. They’re great girls and a lot of fun .. at least while at the bar.. but I just don’t see us clicking without a beer in hand and mutual male friends to distract us. Let alone a girls-night. Call me paranoid, but I honestly think if we went to a bar just us girls to hang out.. I’d have blade marks all over my back.
But I made nice, and acted all happy to see them. It was good to see familiar faces and have people that were interested in me.. so it wasn’t an entire act I guess. They wanted to catch up on everything I’ve been doing lately… which honestly is nothing of any interest anyone.
Would you like to know about my experiment with maple syrup vs brown sugar syrup on pancakes? Or maybe all the interesting job offers I’m getting for things that either will put me in jail or make me homicidal so I end up in jail?
So I answered their questions to the best of ability, and they drifted off to other people.
Don however stuck around. He wanted more details and wasn’t going to give up until I told him everything. So I did. About me being sick and not wanting to socialize, about the job hunt which is going miserably, and about anything else that came to mind.
Then I saw Karl. Karl is an older gentleman. He’s normally quiet, polite, somewhat shy, a little aloof but social, and always in the best manners (reserved). So what happened made my head spin a little.
I see Karl talking to a very hot man whom I’ve never seen before. I catch Karl out of the corner of my eye pointing in my direction and commenting to the guy next to him.
“I saw that!” I exclaim to Karl pretending to be offended/suspicious, then turn to his friend. “What is he selling you on now? Don’t trust a word of it!” I say as I smile widely.
Karl completely denies pointing as a child does who got caught eating chocolate and denies it with chocolate all over his face.
I then start to walk away to say hi to a few other people, when Karl grabs my arm.
“You can’t leave.”
“You can’t leave. You have to stay here.”
This is unlike Karl. Most times Karl just lets me flitter wherever I want. Never has he ever tried to entangle me in a conversation.
So I figured he had something to say to me.
Nope. He just wanted me to stand there next to him as he talked with the hot guy.
I of course had other plans. The guy was hot and all, but a little shorter than I like, and I’m not really that into dating right now. So I wanted to say hi to my friends before they left.
I started to leave again..
And again Karl stopped me. It was then I realized that Karl was drunk. I’d never seen Karl drunk.. but he was. And it was funny.
He was joking with me.. in annoying ways.. that make me laugh. His antics were also making the hot guy laugh.. though he was in fairness laughing at me and my inability to get away politely.
Finally Karl let me escape, and I went to say Hi to more of my friends. I also learned that I do not post on Facebook very much, and that people would have been concerned that I’d died had I completely stopped posting on Facebook. Evidently, my weekly posts on Facebook have saved me from being the subject of a 911 call.
Obviously, I need to go out more often.
So I go get more beer and flirt with Mr Hot Bartender (seriously wanna try that on for size).
It was hot outside, cool inside, and everyone was standing in the middle between the outside and inside which was part hot, and part lukewarm. I’d already said my hellos, and tired of being hot, I sat myself and my cold beer down on a couch nearby where there was no one sitting.
Ah.. peace, quiet, cool drink and air conditioning…
Then the hot guy came to sit across from me to talk.
It was idle chitchat to start. How long have I know these friends.. how often do we all hang out.. etc and so on.
Then he started to tell me about himself. About his condo downtown, and his other house in Boston.
Is it just me, or? … when a guy says that he has two residences and claims to be single… does anyone else just tune out?
It seems to be a theme with me lately. Meeting men who obviously want me to think or know they have money.
For me, all I need to know is that you’re financially stable. If you’re trying to tell me you’ve make $300k a year, you’ve obviously misjudged my priorities. However if you’ve got big bucks, and I know it without you telling me, you’re generous without flaunting it.. I might start stalking you. Its all about the character baby.
He was a nice guy, and despite his double houses .. I might have given him a chance.. but he also really really likes boating and sailing.
Me + Water (with fish in it) is a non-starter. Not going to happen. Unless your boat is the size of a small island, don’t be trying to picture us “sailing away” any day soon.
Then people saw us sitting down and talking. Don, in his own flirting enthusiastic way, plopped down next to me in a way that can only be described accurately as an ex-boyfriend move.. and the hot guy’s eyes reacted as if “Oh you have a boyfriend”… which made me laugh. Had I not already ruled Hot guy out as a potential date, I might have been a little upset with Don. As it was I joked around with Don, and introduced him to the hot guy. Then one by one everyone joined the couches and conversations.
Hot guy stayed and talked with everyone for awhile. Don then ran off to another side of the bar. Then Hot guy saw Don flirting outrageously with one of our mutual friends, and he commented. I replied thats just Don he’s kinda the group flirt or party person. His eyes then changed in understanding again, realizing that Don and I weren’t dating. (Silly men)
Hot guy shortly after got up for another beer. Never to be seen again.