Playing Catch Up

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!