I went bar hopping last night.
Some of my friends are in weird moods right now. They don’t return calls, and don’t want to go out, so I decided I need to make some more friends.
(Plus and LAPD officer jumped out and pointed a gun at me and I wanted to distress – but that’s another story.)
First, I bought myself a nice dinner at a little French Café. I had one of their hot sandwiches, and it was much better than I expected. I was a good boy and had the salad instead of fries.
Anyway, so onto the bars, first bar, nothing. Just some cheesy people trying to pick up on each other and others playing pool. I can be really outgoing and friendly, but I decided to see who would come up to me. I think I looked rather good with my new haircut and goatee, and had a nice shirt on. (Man do I sound like some kid doing a blog?)
Then onto another bar, but it was too loud and crowded. So I was going to go home, but decided on different place on the way home. This one was rather friendly, and I had a good time. I met some new people and chatted.
Seems like most of whom I met had recently broken up.
Several seems rather wounded. Still, it was nice to talk with some friendly people. It was a complete change from the other places.
Although, it did get a little awkward, I met a pair of roommate-friends. One eventually asked for my phone number, and I was giving it out. Then the other started protesting – “Why aren’t you giving ME your number?” So I sassed back “Cause you didn’t ask.” Then they asked, and the other one gave up on getting my number, like territory or something.
Note: Once I met a pair of friends and unbenonced to me, they ended up fighting over me. A friendship from childhood was ended because one of them ‘won’ me. I had no interest beyond friendship in either one and was totally shocked and sad when I learned what happened. I hope they made up. I don’t ever want to be in a situation like that again.
Back to the story: So the one I gave my number to would be the one I am more interested. But really, I barely know them and it way to early to even care about that.
It’s funny, how some people, the more they talk, the more they disqualify themselves. I wonder if they notice inside and panic (oh, I’m blowing this!) I’ve had that feeling before, it can be awful.
And I really don’t like people that talk in groups about their sex life. It’s just kinda repulsive to me and I think it ruins the intimacy.
Till next time…
