Full House
The answer to your several comments and your many, many e-mails is, "I have absolutely no idea what Samantha is going to make Will do now that she's won their bet!" Samantha was theoretically in Columbus at the game with her family, and I can only imagine how excited she must have been. I haven't been at the Bar since my shift Saturday night, so I haven't spoken to Maya yet to find out if she's spoken to Samantha. Will also didn't put in an appearance on Saturday - I didn't start my shift until well after the game was over, but Jocelyn told me he wasn't there during the afternoon to watch the game. I promise, I'll report as soon as I know something.
Sunday my roommates Cassie and Jill and I have our usual bagels and pajamas brunch, and we've planned another poker game for the afternoon and evening. Our friend Scott is coming over with his colleague Arielle, but all the other regulars have declined, so I was asked to find someone else to join us. On a whim, on Saturday afternoon I called Adam, the guy I met outside the Apple Store a couple of months ago who shares my taste in ice cream and ice cream shop employees. We'd only spoken a few times since then. As luck would have it, he plays poker, so I invited him, and he was available.
He's not bad, either. We start out after brunch with a Texas Hold'em tournament for the six of us, and Adam takes second place after a protracted head-to-head battle with Scott. Then in dealer's choice, I proceed to lose three $20 buy-ins over the course of the next few hours - not all of it goes to Adam, but he doesn't do too badly for himself. By that time he has also managed to make everybody laugh a few times, too - he's a pretty funny guy. I also get the sense that he's flirting with me at times, but I've had a few drinks, so I could be imagining the whole thing. He's still really not my type, anyway. I decline to buy in a fourth time, and instead just sit and watch the rest of the game.
Afterwards, we clean up, and while Jill, Arielle, and I chat with Adam over one final beer, Cassie once again takes Scott into her room and closes the door. Jill and Arielle and I try not to pay too much attention to it, even when the noises start to get a little too loud to ignore. But Adam can't help being amused. "That wasn't part of the prize for winning the hold'em tourney, was it? 'cause if I'd known..."
We all laugh, then Arielle says, "Well, it's about time I get myself over to the hospital for my shift."
Adam says, "Oh, I'll walk you out. I should get home anyway, I have to work in the morning." He collects his things, then he pauses as he hugs me goodbye. "God, you smell good," he whispers in my ear. Then they're gone.
"I hope he's not interested in Arielle," Jill remarks as we sit on the couch flipping channels through the post-midnight television wasteland.
"Why?"
"She's gay."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I thought you knew."
"No, I didn't." In fact, evidence would suggest I'm usually the last to know. "But I don't think it's Arielle he's after. He smelled my hair when we hugged!"
Jill rolls her eyes at me. "Debra, not every guy falls for you, you know. Even if you want them all to."
"I didn't mean it that way, I just thought he... nevermind."
We settle on a "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" marathon, and Jill turns up the volume to drown out whatever it is Cassie and Scott are doing. And I sit there wondering if, after all this time fending off constant advances while I tend bar, I've come to see it as a given that men who aren't gay or already involved will be attracted to me. Am I really that vain?
Sunday my roommates Cassie and Jill and I have our usual bagels and pajamas brunch, and we've planned another poker game for the afternoon and evening. Our friend Scott is coming over with his colleague Arielle, but all the other regulars have declined, so I was asked to find someone else to join us. On a whim, on Saturday afternoon I called Adam, the guy I met outside the Apple Store a couple of months ago who shares my taste in ice cream and ice cream shop employees. We'd only spoken a few times since then. As luck would have it, he plays poker, so I invited him, and he was available.
He's not bad, either. We start out after brunch with a Texas Hold'em tournament for the six of us, and Adam takes second place after a protracted head-to-head battle with Scott. Then in dealer's choice, I proceed to lose three $20 buy-ins over the course of the next few hours - not all of it goes to Adam, but he doesn't do too badly for himself. By that time he has also managed to make everybody laugh a few times, too - he's a pretty funny guy. I also get the sense that he's flirting with me at times, but I've had a few drinks, so I could be imagining the whole thing. He's still really not my type, anyway. I decline to buy in a fourth time, and instead just sit and watch the rest of the game.
Afterwards, we clean up, and while Jill, Arielle, and I chat with Adam over one final beer, Cassie once again takes Scott into her room and closes the door. Jill and Arielle and I try not to pay too much attention to it, even when the noises start to get a little too loud to ignore. But Adam can't help being amused. "That wasn't part of the prize for winning the hold'em tourney, was it? 'cause if I'd known..."
We all laugh, then Arielle says, "Well, it's about time I get myself over to the hospital for my shift."
Adam says, "Oh, I'll walk you out. I should get home anyway, I have to work in the morning." He collects his things, then he pauses as he hugs me goodbye. "God, you smell good," he whispers in my ear. Then they're gone.
"I hope he's not interested in Arielle," Jill remarks as we sit on the couch flipping channels through the post-midnight television wasteland.
"Why?"
"She's gay."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I thought you knew."
"No, I didn't." In fact, evidence would suggest I'm usually the last to know. "But I don't think it's Arielle he's after. He smelled my hair when we hugged!"
Jill rolls her eyes at me. "Debra, not every guy falls for you, you know. Even if you want them all to."
"I didn't mean it that way, I just thought he... nevermind."
We settle on a "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" marathon, and Jill turns up the volume to drown out whatever it is Cassie and Scott are doing. And I sit there wondering if, after all this time fending off constant advances while I tend bar, I've come to see it as a given that men who aren't gay or already involved will be attracted to me. Am I really that vain?