After sharing some food and some wine with a good friend on a Wednesday night, I decide (with her prodding of course) to stay a bit longer by myself. Our motive? To see what I might happen if I sat at the bar next to this cute man we had seen sitting alone. He was reading the paper...and every pose he struck, struck us as adorable. We could not tell how he old he was, but we agreed that did not matter. I decided to get my book on the history of South Africa from out of my car...so I strike up some cute reading poses too!
The problem with staying out after you have shared some wine with a friend is that you have to keep drinking while you are out...and I had to work early in the morning. Before I could take my seat at the bar, I had to decide what drink to order. More wine? No, too expensive for just sitting her scoping out some guy. Beer, like he was drinking? No, I hate beer, especially after wine. Gin or whiskey? Too much alcohol in the drinks I like. Ahh, what about....a Tom Collins?! It is light and summery; it is perfect! The bartender came over to me as soon as I sat down, and I was able to say without a moment of hesitation that I would like a Tom Collins. She happily left to make me my drink, but when she returned with two Tom Collins, I was confused. Did she hear me wrong? Did someone order me another drink? I asked her why two, and then I realized why my targeted man also had two drinks in front of him...it was already 11 pm, Happy Hour! Oh no!
While I got comfortable, putting my feet up on the bar stool next to me and opening my book to the beginning...the man three stools down (shall we call him "Mr. Goldilocks?") glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, repeatedly. This was a great start! The beginning of my book was not nearly as interesting, however. I sipped my Tom Collins dutifully, and tried to channel approachability. A baseball game was on, but Mr. Goldilocks glanced at me whenever I moved, not unlike a politely starving man would do to a delicious meal in front of someone else. Minnesota men, why must you all be so damned polite!
I almost asked Mr. Goldilocks to see his City Pages, but some older man asked him where he got his paper before I could use that silly conversation starter. I started to lose interest in having a conversation with Mr. Goldilocks; he was not someone strong enough to say hello to a lone woman in a bar and so he was not someone I wanted to say hello too. Maybe for my next outing I will speak my mind more, but also maybe next time I will actually like to guy I want to speak to and not just see him as an easy target.
I did not finish my second Tom Collins, but I took a few cursory drinks and picked up my book and went home to my bed, again striking out at a bar...why am I not surprised, though? I think men who are at bars at 11 pm on a Wednesday night are not looking for a girlfriend, just a liquid friend.
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