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I have chronicled in here on more than one occasion how my friends Magic Frank and Little Red are not only horrible wingmen for me, they are REALLY horrible wingmen. Frank has, on at least one occasion, almost gotten my KILLED, whereas Red has, while trying to set me up one time, actually cockblocked me herself.
Yeah, my friends rock.
But Fate may have just intervened.
Monday, this absolutely cute girl, totally my type (blonde, glasses, cute, intelligent, short) walks into The Bar to apply for a job. It being not all that busy, she and I talk, and I give her a few laughs. I am impressed enough with her to make a point of remembering her name in case I run into her again. (I know that at the moment my bar is not hiring.) In our brief conversation, I discover not only that she has just moved down here (and from where), but coincidentally, she lives in my apartment complex. When I find out she lives in a particular building that both my niece and my niece's stepfather, a friend of mine, both lived in at different times, in the very same apartment, I can't resist asking her which apartment, explaining why. She tells me, and it is not the same as my niece and my friend, but I remember the apartment number, as I have a horrible memory for names, but a fantastic memory for numbers. (I don't know why.)
Still thinking about this girl (we'll call her Kelly) on Tuesday, but don't see her, either at The Bar or the complex.
Wednesday, I get cut from the toy store early, and make an unexpected appearance at The Bar, to do a little work on a side project I'm working on for them. And have some lunch. And of course, some beer. My friend Peter the Terrible shows up, and a few beers turn into more beers than I planned. Eventually, we finish up, and as I'm heading home, I make a detour to a sports bar around the corner from The Bar, where my friend Little Red works. Purely on a whim.
I get there, and Red is at least 30 to 60 minutes away from being done, and I consider leaving, but for no particular reason, I don't. And good thing, too. As who should show up at the top of the hour but Miss Kelly herself. For her first day of training at her new job as a coworker to one of my best friends on the island.
Thank you, Fate!
Kelly and I talk briefly, and she gets to work, and Red and I take off for some dinner, and discuss Kelly. Red uncharacteristically agrees with my taste on this one.
Thursday comes, and I get out of work and head again to the sports bar around the corner, where I find Kelly sitting at the bar, having just gotten off work. I sit and talk with her for a bit, find out some stuff about her (I was dead on in my age estimate of her, interestingly enough--I estimated 28-32, she's 30), have some nice convo with her, and then she heads home, and I stay to watch the football game, since my team is playing.
While talking to her, I found out that she would be working Friday day, same as me, and since I knew I would probably have to stay all the way through until the closer got there, I knew I would not make it out of work and to the sports page before Kelly got off work, so I casually mentioned that, if she got the opportunity between that and a side gig she had been offered this week, to stop by my bar and say hi. She didn't, but I'm not worried, as there are many reasons why she might not have. I sensed a connection, but don't know if she did.
In any case, today, a day off for me, I laid in bed watching tv most of the day, knowing (from my co-conspirator, Little Red) that Kelly was scheduled to work at 2. Finally getting off my ass and getting downtown, I bop around for a bit, and show up at the sports bar at 6ish, where Red is still working, but I see no sign of Kelly.
And Red informs me that the bar's owner/manager, a Certified Raging Douchebag, has already managed to chase Kelly off, pissing her off so much by being his normal despicable self that she had quit that day, and was gone.
So, herein is the problem. I like this girl. She's cute, intelligent, head on her shoulders, witty, funny, my kind of girl. We seem to get along, and I'd like to pursue this. But I never got her number Thursday, thinking it was too early to ask, and today, she is in the wind. I know where she lives, just a few hundred yards from my front door, but I have no other contact info for her.
So, what to do? Leave it up to fickle Fate as my wingman, and hope I bump into her on this island sometimes soon? My wingmen have ben notoriously unreliable in the past.
Knock on her door to say hi? I truly do have a spectacular memory for numbers (if not names), so I would have remembered her apartment number even if I had not been so smitten with her.
Leave a note? Red suggested this at dinner tonight, and to me it just sounded Ultra Creepy. Yeah, knocking on her door might be creepy, but to me it's less creepy than a note. "Hi, what's up? Call me." Um, no.
Hope for her to come back into my bar while I'm working, even though we are not currently hiring, and there is a good chance that if she came in, it would be when I wasn't there?
Or something else that I'm not thinking of? I need some outside of the box thinking here. Ideas, suggestions, and thoughts are all welcome. I am quite smitten with this girl (as this freakin' novella should attest to) and don't want to just give up on her, especially as my love life has been considerably lacking in recent months (years?), so.....
What now?
Yeah, my friends rock.
But Fate may have just intervened.
Monday, this absolutely cute girl, totally my type (blonde, glasses, cute, intelligent, short) walks into The Bar to apply for a job. It being not all that busy, she and I talk, and I give her a few laughs. I am impressed enough with her to make a point of remembering her name in case I run into her again. (I know that at the moment my bar is not hiring.) In our brief conversation, I discover not only that she has just moved down here (and from where), but coincidentally, she lives in my apartment complex. When I find out she lives in a particular building that both my niece and my niece's stepfather, a friend of mine, both lived in at different times, in the very same apartment, I can't resist asking her which apartment, explaining why. She tells me, and it is not the same as my niece and my friend, but I remember the apartment number, as I have a horrible memory for names, but a fantastic memory for numbers. (I don't know why.)
Still thinking about this girl (we'll call her Kelly) on Tuesday, but don't see her, either at The Bar or the complex.
Wednesday, I get cut from the toy store early, and make an unexpected appearance at The Bar, to do a little work on a side project I'm working on for them. And have some lunch. And of course, some beer. My friend Peter the Terrible shows up, and a few beers turn into more beers than I planned. Eventually, we finish up, and as I'm heading home, I make a detour to a sports bar around the corner from The Bar, where my friend Little Red works. Purely on a whim.
I get there, and Red is at least 30 to 60 minutes away from being done, and I consider leaving, but for no particular reason, I don't. And good thing, too. As who should show up at the top of the hour but Miss Kelly herself. For her first day of training at her new job as a coworker to one of my best friends on the island.
Thank you, Fate!
Kelly and I talk briefly, and she gets to work, and Red and I take off for some dinner, and discuss Kelly. Red uncharacteristically agrees with my taste on this one.
Thursday comes, and I get out of work and head again to the sports bar around the corner, where I find Kelly sitting at the bar, having just gotten off work. I sit and talk with her for a bit, find out some stuff about her (I was dead on in my age estimate of her, interestingly enough--I estimated 28-32, she's 30), have some nice convo with her, and then she heads home, and I stay to watch the football game, since my team is playing.
While talking to her, I found out that she would be working Friday day, same as me, and since I knew I would probably have to stay all the way through until the closer got there, I knew I would not make it out of work and to the sports page before Kelly got off work, so I casually mentioned that, if she got the opportunity between that and a side gig she had been offered this week, to stop by my bar and say hi. She didn't, but I'm not worried, as there are many reasons why she might not have. I sensed a connection, but don't know if she did.
In any case, today, a day off for me, I laid in bed watching tv most of the day, knowing (from my co-conspirator, Little Red) that Kelly was scheduled to work at 2. Finally getting off my ass and getting downtown, I bop around for a bit, and show up at the sports bar at 6ish, where Red is still working, but I see no sign of Kelly.
And Red informs me that the bar's owner/manager, a Certified Raging Douchebag, has already managed to chase Kelly off, pissing her off so much by being his normal despicable self that she had quit that day, and was gone.
So, herein is the problem. I like this girl. She's cute, intelligent, head on her shoulders, witty, funny, my kind of girl. We seem to get along, and I'd like to pursue this. But I never got her number Thursday, thinking it was too early to ask, and today, she is in the wind. I know where she lives, just a few hundred yards from my front door, but I have no other contact info for her.
So, what to do? Leave it up to fickle Fate as my wingman, and hope I bump into her on this island sometimes soon? My wingmen have ben notoriously unreliable in the past.
Knock on her door to say hi? I truly do have a spectacular memory for numbers (if not names), so I would have remembered her apartment number even if I had not been so smitten with her.
Leave a note? Red suggested this at dinner tonight, and to me it just sounded Ultra Creepy. Yeah, knocking on her door might be creepy, but to me it's less creepy than a note. "Hi, what's up? Call me." Um, no.
Hope for her to come back into my bar while I'm working, even though we are not currently hiring, and there is a good chance that if she came in, it would be when I wasn't there?
Or something else that I'm not thinking of? I need some outside of the box thinking here. Ideas, suggestions, and thoughts are all welcome. I am quite smitten with this girl (as this freakin' novella should attest to) and don't want to just give up on her, especially as my love life has been considerably lacking in recent months (years?), so.....
What now?
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