There is something strange in the water......

[Becks]

Rock on, Jest!!!

[Shpepper]

Seems to me the good kind Jester is having a Grand Time! ! !

[Jester]

The Strangeness Continues.....

Good lord. It is vaguely possible I may have a date with the brunette (Bouncy, for those following along at home) on Thursday night.

What the Sam Houston is going on around here?!?!?!?!

[Jester]

Actually, from what you've said about your boss (full of awesome), he probably would!

Well, yes and no. My Boss is a very cool guy, and would be thrilled to know that I am having so much damn fun, but the idea of my flirting via text when I am behind the bar and should be working, and could be cleaning? No, he would not be in favor of that. Hell, today when I walked in, he was scrubbing things behind the bar, and basically gave me the job of wiping the shelves under EVERY bottle, and then scrubbing down EVERY piece of glassware thoroughly. Yes, it was a fun day.

Anyway, good riddance to Ginger (she's clearly not worthy ) and keep us posted on the rest of your little harem!

Eh, it's okay. She's a lovely girl, but for whatever reason she didn't get back to me. Maybe she lost interest, maybe there's something else going on, I don't know. I haven't necessarily given up on her, but let's face it....for a guy who's never had to juggle even two girls at once, my attempt at three is very amusing, confusing, and impressive. To try to make it four borders on greedy.

Of course, that doesn't mean I WON'T try to make it four......

[Peppergirl]

I am sure the Boss Man would be thrilled to know this!

Actually, from what you've said about your boss (full of awesome), he probably would!

And text-flirting is one of my favorite things to do.

Until, of course, any of the poor saps take me seriously and try to make it something it's not. Then I run-for-the-hills.

*sigh* I'm getting too old for this shit.

Anyway, good riddance to Ginger (she's clearly not worthy ) and keep us posted on the rest of your little harem!

[Jester]

Tease.

Well, it seems that I have managed to somehow eliminate Redhead #2 (Ginger), or rather eliminate myself from her consideration, since she has never returned my texts after I showed up rather inebriated at her bar Saturday night.

The good news, though, is that I finally got Bouncy's number tonight while hanging out at her bar, so I can now conceivably flirt with three different women via text while I am allegedly working at The Bar.

I am sure the Boss Man would be thrilled to know this!

[MystyGlyttyr]

(what the HELL is it with me and redheads??!?!?!)

*checks hair*

Well, if I weren't saving my virginity for Matt Hardy...

[Jester]

An update, of sorts. Nothing really new with any of the girls. Just with me.

Tonight, after work, I was talking to my mom on the phone, giving her the lowdown on what has been going on (edited for Mom ears, of course). Mom surprised me somewhat by saying as long as I was being careful (and she meant emotionally as well) and not being a deceptive shit, she so no problem with it, though of course a lot of it was confusing for her....but then she is used to my life being confusing.

Shortly thereafter, I ran into an old friend/ex-girlfriend, Diver, who I have not seen much of lately. We decided to catch up over drinks at a local pub we like. She is doing much better in her life than when I dated her, as she has been Not Drinking for some time now, and that is working very well for her, in many ways. (She drank a soda at the pub.) She told me about the latest in her life, and I told her about the latest in mine....and she pretty much said the same thing Mom did, which was kind of very freakin' cool. Here we have two women with vastly different perspectives, both of whom know me pretty well, agreeing that I not only deserve this, but there is nothing wrong with how I am going about it.

The validation was very nice. It helped ease whatever guilt I might have about having a good time, and it seemed to say that someone or something truly wanted to see me enjoy myself. It eased much of my unease about this whole thing.

[Jester]

Actually, before the pool has even started, it might all be coming apart. Or perhaps that is just my innate paranoia.

Ginger has not returned either of my texts that I sent her since I drunkenly left her club last night.

Flirt, who was very friendly with me at her bar this evening, was telling part of the story of what happened to a guy we were sitting with after she got off, and kind of claimed that the reason she made out with me was because her friend, the gay go-go dancer, was dancing on the bar in front of her with his crotch in her face. And I am not quite clear on whether we did make out more after that or not, though I clearly remember us holding hands and doing some minor smooching after that. Maybe she was just playing it off with one of her friends or regulars, maybe I am just paranoid, or maybe that was all it was to her....to reaffirm her....sexuality? I don't get that part, since it was a GUY dancing for her. Her lack of interest in her friend, who has claimed to be gay but also claims to be interested in Flirt? Who knows.

In other amusing news, while at her bar this evening, she and I started joking around when I first sat down. It went something like this:

FLIRT: "What are you doing here?" (surprised, not obnoxious)
JESTER: "I thought I'd have a beer, actually."
FLIRT: "Good luck with that. I hear the bartender is terrible." (meaning her, of course)
JESTER: "I've heard that as well."
FLIRT: "Yeah, she has a real attitude."
JESTER: "I heard she's a fucking bitch."

She's amused. I'm amused. The old homeless drunk next to me was, apparently, NOT amused.

TOWN DRUNK: "Don't you call her that."
JESTER: "Excuse me?"
TOWN DRUNK: "Don't you dare call her that name!"
JESTER: "Sir, we were only joking around. Flirt is a friend of mine."
TOWN DRUNK: "I don't give a shit. Don't you dare use that word on that lady."
JESTER: "Look, dude, she's a FRIEND of mine. We were joking around. Period. It's all in good clean fun."
TOWN DRUNK: "That is NOT a word you should use on a lady. *I* would never use that word."
JESTER: (done with this shit) "Then YOU don't use it. But don't YOU tell ME how to talk to MY friends."
TOWN DRUNK: "I don't care. You don't dare talk to her like that!"
JESTER: "I've already told you, we're friends, it was all in fun. I don't give a shit what YOU think, and don't presume to tell me what to do."
TOWN DRUNK: "Fuck you."
JESTER: (patented Jester stare of death)

At this point, the woman to my left left the bar, and I moved a seat over to get away from the soused codger. I felt it was better to let it die than to escalate it further.

Later, of course, when Flirt told him what for, AND told him how I had, in her words, saved her very life a few nights ago by not letting her drive home, he not only apologized, but shook my hand and thanked me for looking out for her....but still kept trying to explain why he reacted the way he did, when he was hearing it out of context (even though I had clearly explained it to him). I get that part, about protecting your friends, but that dude is an old drunk fucker. A homeless man who takes advantage of Flirt's good nature by getting her to buy him both food and beer every day she works, and bumming rides to his "home" (wherever that is) every night. AND grossing her out by talking about him, her, and sex in the same sentence (though she is quick to tell him that THAT is not acceptable).

Fuck you old man. You are lucky I didn't kill you or shove my first empty beer bottle down your sodden piehole. You talk about "looking out" for Flirt, and you take more advantage of her than anyone, you drunken fucktard!

But of course the upshot is she was freely talking to another guy about how we were making out and making her questionably gay friend completely jealous. Dude actually called her to tell her that he saw me last night downtown, and I was drunk. Well.....duh? Like she doesn't know I drink? Hello?

Hitting it off with hot women is a great way to make enemies, I am finding out.

[Evil Queen]

Not me. I did the last one.

[Jester]

Damn straight I do!

Sooooo.............who's in charge of the betting pool as to when all of this will actually blow up in my face?

[Evil Queen]

Enjoy your fun Jester. You do deserve it.

[Jester]

I'm not Texan. I'm from North Carolina. I just live in Hell Houston temporarily.

Yes, but since you live IN Texas, it would be in your Texan direction. If I did it in the North Carolinian direction, I would be facing the wrong way.

Just don't let there be too many to smooch on because the worst thing in the world is a pissed of Red Head!

I know this. You forget, the last four girls I've been involved with were redheads. The Cute Little Redheaded Girl would be #5, and Ginger #6. No, I don't get it either, though my friends are having a hilarious ole time with it.

And none of them would have reason to be pissed off, unless I was proclaiming exclusivity with one of them, which so far has not happened. After all, I don't cheat on a girlfriend (EVER), but none of these women are my girlfriend yet. As a free agent, I can do whatever I want. And I am not lying to anyone about it. Just because I am (intelligently) not advertising it doesn't make me a liar. If any of them ask, I will be very straight with them about it. And on this small island, it is bound to get back to one of them.

But I don't expect that I am necessarily the only guy they are interested in/snogging, either. And if I found out that they were out and about with another dude, well, that's their right, which I do not begrudge them. I might not be thrilled about it, but I have no right to object to it.

And let's face facts. This is, for all intents and purposes, about the only time in my life, and definitely the only time in recent years, where I have had a possibility of "too many women." As I say about beer, there can never be too many. And kids.....I deserve it!

[Evil Queen]

I'm not Texan. I'm from North Carolina. I just live in Hell Houston temporarily.

Oh Jester, I do believe you'll do fine with these girls. Just don't let there be too many to smooch on because the worst thing in the world is a pissed of Red Head!

[Jester]

So, there's a drought and then you drown?

So it would seem.

How does the saying go? Don't count your chickens until they hatch? Enjoy the fun while you can Jester, because I have a feeling it won't last.

After last year, I KNOW that things like this should not be taken for granted. And one of my coworkers said "strike while the iron is hot." Because, as I know, such things may not last.

But thanks for your utter confidence in my ability to continue such insanity. I stick my tongue out in your general Texan direction.

Thank you Charlie Brown.

Well of COURSE that's where I got it from. Amusingly, I ran into a coworker of hers that I know the other night, who was wearing a Peanuts shirt. Cracked me and my friend Little Red right up.