If you’re lucky you have a Cheers. I do. My weekly bar where the bartenders are like brothers. I love my bar. Tandy started out being a regular with me. We have Jesus dressed up like Don Johnson. Dred guy that can sing the fuck outta some Korn along with his Barbie looking girlfriend who is one of the sweetest bar girls I know.
My bar however is cursed. I have never had a successful date there. Or one that turned out to be successful.
Guy 1: I was really into TJ. We chatted for weeks. All day, everyday. He was cute. He was successful. He was my age. After three weeks of chatting, he met me at my bar. At about 1 A.M. (He was a gum smacker though). He walked me outside and we ended up making out like crazy. He really is a terrific kisser. We ended up screwing in the backseat of my car like teenagers. Laughed like hell about it, texted until 4 AM. Then, he disappeared.
Guy 2: Guy 2, who I can’t even give a fake name because I don’t even remember his real name, was recently divorced and quite a few years younger. Everything I said, he compared to his ex-wife. For example, I mentioned I had a 125 pairs of shoes. He immediately said his wife had 130. It bordered on obsessive. The only saving grace to this date was it was made about 30 minutes into chatting. No wasted time.
Guy 3: Guy 3 was nice, but not much personality. He turned his nose up at my bar. But alcohol makes anyone more interesting. I went home with him. He was trying with me, I will give him that. Offered me use of his condo in Florida and season tickets for baseball season (months away). I saw why. Size is of course not the only thing that matters. Skill does make a big difference. And attitude. It wasn’t the fact that the condom was too big that was a huge turn off. It was the “Please, more gently” as I was blowing him. I will give it to guy number 3 though. He does still keep in touch. It is to complain about everything in his life but he does keep in touch.
Cursed bar girlfriends but I won’t dump it. However, the embarrassment of bringing so many different guys so many weeks in a row has caused me to take a break.
Blog lesson for this Sunday: Bringing a date to your home bar is the same as bringing someone home to meet your family. Don’t do it until you’re comfortable enough to bring them around Uncle Harold who has no teeth and mashed potatoes are hanging off his chin. And to my own personal Sam and Woody…… Love ya’ll
These lyrics have nothing to do with this post necessarily. It’s just the fact that you cannot go see a live band without them playing this Journey classic. Marley and I had our girls night out last night. It was a blast.
It was a smoky bar, big but with the old biker dive bar feel. The crowd ranged from a guy who probably took his first date to see Wizard of Oz when it first came out to a kid who I am sure grew his first pubic hair only last week.
Marley looked fabulous, she can fit in anywhere with grace. I looked like the kinda chick you’d fuck in your backseat. We got on the dance floor. I bumped into a Brendan Fraser from the 80s, curly locks falling over onto one eye.
So here begins the story of GK , named because neither Marley or I can remember what his real name is. In tradition of ancestors from years past, I met a guy in person. Picked him up in a bar. How unbelievably old fashioned of me. I offered to buy him a shot, he does not drink liquor so he in turn bought me one instead. I am all for that. There’s a big but here with GK. He violates the first of three rules Lorna and I came up with.
Thou shalt not drink bitch beer.
Thou shalt love dogs.
Thou shall go down and be a good eater
GK was drinking Ultra. The ultimate bitch beer. As bad as drinking a pretty mixed drink. He also had not much of a personality but stood there with his arm around my waist as if we’d been together for years. I actually made the comment to Marley that he gave me the impression that he would cry during sex.
I walk GK out to his car. We made out like crazy. He tried to convince me to come home with him. But here again is where I reiterate one of my most important blog points: Never ever ever pick a man over your girlfriend. Marley, bless her heart, does understand the draw of a cute guy. She offered to drop me off at his place provided she was allowed to snapshot his drivers license. He didn’t answer his phone so it did not happen.
I did receive a message at 4 AM from him. Then again at 9:30 AM. Then again at 11 AM asking me to come over. I eventually texted back around 5 saying no. He then asked me to come over tomorrow and he’d help me with my homework. Then an hour later texted me again to ask if I still liked and wanted him.
Girls, maybe we can be as complex as men say. We don’t hear from men (no RG since Thursday night) and we are sad. We hear from them too much, we see them as needy and clingy and whiny little princesses. Where’s the line?