Since Billy, was the only single friend of my friends I decided my quest for male companionship needed a new direction. Back when I was single (way back when) I usually met my male du jour at a local bar or club. I figured it might be time to try that approach again. Now mind you I had no idea what I was looking for. I love being single but still am interested in something more. Not sure what the more is. Still trying to figure that one out. However I figured I might start looking at my next social event...my friends' combo bachelor bachelorette party.
We started the evening at a house party and then all of the couples (except for me the token single girl) climbed aboard a bus headed for one of my favorite places, the now defunct dueling piano bar in Pontiac. I think we were one of the last weekends it was open. I am pretty sure (not positive) that my actions were only coincidental.
So here I am at the bar with all couples having a great time when I start a convo with the bride's brother-in-law. I will call him Dr. He was very interested in trying to find the right "type" for me. Thankfully there was a high school football fundraiser and there were a few cuties to choose from. Unfortunately they must have had a lot of garlic in their food. Did not learn that till later.
When I lived in New Orleans we used to play this game called nerd night. Your friends would point out someone in the bar and your job was to get them to buy you a drink but not allow them to come back to the table. I used to be a natural but it had been a few years. This night, full of Miller Lite and shots, I decided why not just introduce myself to a cute stranger. Sorry I do not remember his name. I do know he had that trendy beard that is in severe need of trimming but was tall dark and handsome. I walked up and sure I used some witty line to start a conversation. After a couple of drinks and a shot we sat at a table with the head coaches and next thing I know we are making out. Which was nice except for the burp he had which smelled horrendous. Like he ate a clove of garlic rolled in fresh onions covered in stinky cheese. It was bad. But a girl can't be too picky so our make out session lasted until the bus was ready to leave. Numbers were exchanged and back to the bus I went for a fun ride home. But first I had to tackle another challenge.
See, our bus driver seemed really nice for a ginger. I mean that in all sincerity. He was cute despite his red locks and figured he might be a nice guy too. I'm single no ring on my finger (disregard the tattoo currently being removed). Not sure how I convinced him however when the rest of the party arrived on the bus, I was on his lap trying to convince him he could drive that way. Thankfully he had not had any alcohol. That is why you hire a bus or a cab. So someone else tells you no when your friends tell you "why not". Sat on his lap long enough for photographic evidence before taking my seat like the nice girl I am :-) Not a bad way to end a fun night.
The football couch went off to camp and never talked to him again, the bus driver sent a message to the groom asking about me. Never followed up. Cuz sometimes you just need to flirt and make out a bit and of course gotta drink.
We started the evening at a house party and then all of the couples (except for me the token single girl) climbed aboard a bus headed for one of my favorite places, the now defunct dueling piano bar in Pontiac. I think we were one of the last weekends it was open. I am pretty sure (not positive) that my actions were only coincidental.
So here I am at the bar with all couples having a great time when I start a convo with the bride's brother-in-law. I will call him Dr. He was very interested in trying to find the right "type" for me. Thankfully there was a high school football fundraiser and there were a few cuties to choose from. Unfortunately they must have had a lot of garlic in their food. Did not learn that till later.
When I lived in New Orleans we used to play this game called nerd night. Your friends would point out someone in the bar and your job was to get them to buy you a drink but not allow them to come back to the table. I used to be a natural but it had been a few years. This night, full of Miller Lite and shots, I decided why not just introduce myself to a cute stranger. Sorry I do not remember his name. I do know he had that trendy beard that is in severe need of trimming but was tall dark and handsome. I walked up and sure I used some witty line to start a conversation. After a couple of drinks and a shot we sat at a table with the head coaches and next thing I know we are making out. Which was nice except for the burp he had which smelled horrendous. Like he ate a clove of garlic rolled in fresh onions covered in stinky cheese. It was bad. But a girl can't be too picky so our make out session lasted until the bus was ready to leave. Numbers were exchanged and back to the bus I went for a fun ride home. But first I had to tackle another challenge.
See, our bus driver seemed really nice for a ginger. I mean that in all sincerity. He was cute despite his red locks and figured he might be a nice guy too. I'm single no ring on my finger (disregard the tattoo currently being removed). Not sure how I convinced him however when the rest of the party arrived on the bus, I was on his lap trying to convince him he could drive that way. Thankfully he had not had any alcohol. That is why you hire a bus or a cab. So someone else tells you no when your friends tell you "why not". Sat on his lap long enough for photographic evidence before taking my seat like the nice girl I am :-) Not a bad way to end a fun night.
The football couch went off to camp and never talked to him again, the bus driver sent a message to the groom asking about me. Never followed up. Cuz sometimes you just need to flirt and make out a bit and of course gotta drink.