Well, as you might have noticed, it's been a while since my last post. It's not for lack of news, it's because I'm lazy. It takes work to be funny/clever/witty, and I just haven't had the motivation. But, since I've gained some followers - I think I'm up to about 6 or 7 now - I figured I owed my loyal readers some updates. Even though real life is way ahead, I think I'll post as if the things I haven't posted about in the last month are happening now. Just go along with it.
Let's start on Random Friday 4 weeks ago. I think the date would be Oct 22, 2010.
The Rosebuds danced at the Winterhawks game, and afterward, we danced at Dixie...in sparkly silver booty shorts. I was in a good mood this weekend, and decided to be extra open-minded. Usually at a bar, some random dude will make some sort effort to try and talk to me; and usually it's awkward dancing or lame one-liners, but even so, like I said...I wanted to be EXTRA open-minded. At Dixie - after dancing on the bar and then changing into regular clothes - I was just chatting up some girlfriends when a guy came up and asked me to dance. He was marginally attractive, definitely not tragic, though his light wash jeans and Affliction-inspired button up, complete with mismatching shoes and skinny tie weren't the most alluring. Even so, I accepted the invitation and headed to the dance floor. Two songs (and two floundering dances) later, I decided to head back to my bar stool.
I was proud of myself for not being a total jerk to that guy, even though his outfit was horrible, and his dancing was even worse. I actually had an okay time through the two songs. I sat there, proud, sipping my drink when yet another guy comes up with approach in hand.... "Why do you look so sad?"
I reply, "I'm not sad, my feet just hurt, I've been dancing all day."
He, obviously skeptical of my response and clearly not believing that I had indeed been dancing all day retorts, "Yeah, my feet are really sore too! I went to the corn maze this afternoon...I was in that thing forever!"
I giggle and respond, "Yeah, sounds rough! I guess that's why they call it a maze." I was actually pretty pleased with my clever comeback, and wondering where this cute youngster would take the conversation to next. He exceeded all my expectations with, "Yes, it was a-MAZE-ing."
SOLD.
Cornmaze Jeremy and I danced and joked around all night, each trying to out wit the other. He asked me (successfully) for my number and invited me on a date. Winning line of the night? Well, fellas, not sure if this will work for everybody, but it worked this time. He offered me a sip of his drink with a simple, "Want a drink?" I nodded yes. As he held out his drink for me to sip from he said, "first a sip then a kiss." It caught me just enough off-guard, that I really didn't have time to think of a reason why not. Done and Done. Successful Friday night! Open-mindedness pays off!
Unsuccessful = 15????
Successful = .........1!!!!!!
Progress!
