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OK.
Last night I went on what I can honestly say was the strangest date of my life.
Yes, I'm slowly falling in love with who I will from here on refer to as "X". However, there is this kid who sometimes comes into my bar who I always thought he was really cute. He's tall and thin and handsome. He's quiet and always by himself.
We recognized each other at a show recently and started chatting. I told him to stop by the bar the next time I was working, which was last night.
He did.
So here I am thinking I'm hot shit bringin' the boys to me etc. He asked me if I wanted to go see some live music at another bar after I got out of my shift. Sure, great.
We chat for a while. Turns out he's waiting to hear back from the grad schools he's applied to. Columbia, Georgetown, UC Berkley, IVY LEAGUE SHIT. He's a literature major. He's made movies before.
So I'm impressed and he seems smart and kinda funny. He's younger than me and kinda acts like it, but at the same time I find it endearing.
We had a drink at my bar and then left to go to bar #2. Once we park the car, things start to get really strange. He's walking with this weird swagger. I ask him why he's walking so funny and he acts like he's just kidding around. We get to the bar and he's got three layers on, keeps checking all of them, convinced that he's lost his phone. He chills out a little bit, and we get a drink. But he soon starts stressing about his phone, seeming to check everywhere. After a while of this I reach in one of his pockets and find his phone.
He starts to get a little touchy-feely, and at first I think it's still the whole young/shy thing. He droops a bit. Then he FALLS OUT OF HIS BAR STOOL.
Ok. This is just plain weird. This is the behavior of someone on mushrooms or heroin or something. I ask him if he's doing one of those things and he says "No, I'm not tripping on mushrooms." So when I asked what he HAD been doing, he told me that he had taken muscle relaxers. This must have been right before we left the bar. I guess he takes care of his dad a lot, bringing him to the hospital, getting him out of his bed, because he has a bad back. This is where the pills must have come from.
I'd like to think that my beauty is so intense that people have to do something to calm their nerves before hanging out with me. But I have a feeling this kid just kinda likes drugs.
Private school kids....
Last night I went on what I can honestly say was the strangest date of my life.
Yes, I'm slowly falling in love with who I will from here on refer to as "X". However, there is this kid who sometimes comes into my bar who I always thought he was really cute. He's tall and thin and handsome. He's quiet and always by himself.
We recognized each other at a show recently and started chatting. I told him to stop by the bar the next time I was working, which was last night.
He did.
So here I am thinking I'm hot shit bringin' the boys to me etc. He asked me if I wanted to go see some live music at another bar after I got out of my shift. Sure, great.
We chat for a while. Turns out he's waiting to hear back from the grad schools he's applied to. Columbia, Georgetown, UC Berkley, IVY LEAGUE SHIT. He's a literature major. He's made movies before.
So I'm impressed and he seems smart and kinda funny. He's younger than me and kinda acts like it, but at the same time I find it endearing.
We had a drink at my bar and then left to go to bar #2. Once we park the car, things start to get really strange. He's walking with this weird swagger. I ask him why he's walking so funny and he acts like he's just kidding around. We get to the bar and he's got three layers on, keeps checking all of them, convinced that he's lost his phone. He chills out a little bit, and we get a drink. But he soon starts stressing about his phone, seeming to check everywhere. After a while of this I reach in one of his pockets and find his phone.
He starts to get a little touchy-feely, and at first I think it's still the whole young/shy thing. He droops a bit. Then he FALLS OUT OF HIS BAR STOOL.
Ok. This is just plain weird. This is the behavior of someone on mushrooms or heroin or something. I ask him if he's doing one of those things and he says "No, I'm not tripping on mushrooms." So when I asked what he HAD been doing, he told me that he had taken muscle relaxers. This must have been right before we left the bar. I guess he takes care of his dad a lot, bringing him to the hospital, getting him out of his bed, because he has a bad back. This is where the pills must have come from.
I'd like to think that my beauty is so intense that people have to do something to calm their nerves before hanging out with me. But I have a feeling this kid just kinda likes drugs.
Private school kids....