Ladeedadeedaaaaaaa...
OK, so the evening started off rather calmly. Jules and I went to ballet class, ate a bit of dinner, came back to my house. We decide "Hey, let's go over to RiRa's; Gastonia's boring, at least it's a nice atmosphere." WELL. Went to RiRa's. Alan was working. Evening sort of followed as this...
Me: Hey, that's Alan, that's the cute Irish bartender I have a crush on.
Jules: Go talk to him.
Me: Nah, I'm a big chicken; I'll just sit here and drool whenever he walks by.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
Me: Dude, I gave him my number in MARCH and he NEVER CALLED. He must hate me.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
--a bit later--
Jules: Write your number on the receipt and tell the waitress to give it to him.
Me: No!
Jules: YES!
Me: Grr...OK, well wait till I'm in the bathroom...I don't want him to see you do it.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
Me: *goes to bathroom, comes back, receipt is gone* Well, did you do it?
Jules: Yep. Let's bounce.
Me: Alright. Let's go over to Connelly's for a bit; it's still kinda early.
--a bit later--
Drunk Annoying Dutch Guys: Blah blah blah blah blah...
Jules: Riiiiight.
Me: Riiiiight.
Jules: Cammie...look...over...THERE.
Me: What are you talking about? I have to go to the potty.
Me: *goes to the bathroom, comes back, Jules is telling Dutch guys we're both engaged* OK, I'm back.
Jules: CAMMIE.
Me: WHAT?
Jules: GO TO THE BAR AND GET ANOTHER WATER. NOW.
Me: *looks puzzled* Um...OK. *goes to bar, gets a water, glances to the left, sees Alan sitting 10 inches away*
Alan: Cameron.
Me: Uhhhhhh...hi.
Alan: Sit down, talk to me.
Me: Um...OK, yeah. *sits down*
Alan: Just wanted you to know that I'm not really a bastard; I never called you because I was having a dramatic breakup with this chick and I didn't really want to call ANYBODY.
Me: Oooooohhh...right. Well, uh, that's cool.
Alan: OK. Well, ah, can I buy you a drink?
Me: Sure. Hey! Julie!
Jules: *joins us*
--an hour or so later--
Alan: So when are you moving to NY?
Me: In a month or so.
Alan: Just my luck.
Me: *squees silently* Yeah, well...
Alan: *continues being incredibly cool, buying drinks, offering cigarettes, helping Jules get away from more annoying drunk non-Dutch guys*
--a bit later--
Alan: Well, my cab's here.
Me: Yeah.
Alan: I'll see you later then?
Me: Alright, yeah. Sure. Bye.
Alan: Bye. *lingering handshake type thing*
--a bit later, at the Waffle House--
Jules: AWWWWW!
Me: AWWWW!
Jules: See, I TOLD you he'd call you.
Me: Well, he still hasn't called me. Maybe he was just being friendly. *cell phone starts ringing*
Jules: Oh. My. God.
Me: *answers phone...it's Alan...we make plans to get together tomorrow night when he gets off work*
--now--
Me: *completely, totally, in shock*
Dude. What. a. night. SO do not want to go to work tomorrow morning. Yet really don't care.
Hey, if Chris wants to play games? Well FINE. I'll find somewhere else to direct my fucking attention. And he's being completely straight up from the get-go. Actually said "Well, you're leaving in a month...what if we, you know, really like each other?" And I was all "Yeah, that'd suck. But still...I don't want to just not DO anything because I'm leaving. That'd be stupid." And he's all "True. Well...I'll see you tomorrow then?" And I'm all "Yep!" And he's all "Alright then. Goodnight love."
Don't you love how Irish guys call everyone LOVE?
*jumps up and down uncontrollably*
OK, I reeeeeeeallly need to go to bed. I have to be at work in 7 hours...
Me: Hey, that's Alan, that's the cute Irish bartender I have a crush on.
Jules: Go talk to him.
Me: Nah, I'm a big chicken; I'll just sit here and drool whenever he walks by.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
Me: Dude, I gave him my number in MARCH and he NEVER CALLED. He must hate me.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
--a bit later--
Jules: Write your number on the receipt and tell the waitress to give it to him.
Me: No!
Jules: YES!
Me: Grr...OK, well wait till I'm in the bathroom...I don't want him to see you do it.
Jules: *rolls eyes*
Me: *goes to bathroom, comes back, receipt is gone* Well, did you do it?
Jules: Yep. Let's bounce.
Me: Alright. Let's go over to Connelly's for a bit; it's still kinda early.
--a bit later--
Drunk Annoying Dutch Guys: Blah blah blah blah blah...
Jules: Riiiiight.
Me: Riiiiight.
Jules: Cammie...look...over...THERE.
Me: What are you talking about? I have to go to the potty.
Me: *goes to the bathroom, comes back, Jules is telling Dutch guys we're both engaged* OK, I'm back.
Jules: CAMMIE.
Me: WHAT?
Jules: GO TO THE BAR AND GET ANOTHER WATER. NOW.
Me: *looks puzzled* Um...OK. *goes to bar, gets a water, glances to the left, sees Alan sitting 10 inches away*
Alan: Cameron.
Me: Uhhhhhh...hi.
Alan: Sit down, talk to me.
Me: Um...OK, yeah. *sits down*
Alan: Just wanted you to know that I'm not really a bastard; I never called you because I was having a dramatic breakup with this chick and I didn't really want to call ANYBODY.
Me: Oooooohhh...right. Well, uh, that's cool.
Alan: OK. Well, ah, can I buy you a drink?
Me: Sure. Hey! Julie!
Jules: *joins us*
--an hour or so later--
Alan: So when are you moving to NY?
Me: In a month or so.
Alan: Just my luck.
Me: *squees silently* Yeah, well...
Alan: *continues being incredibly cool, buying drinks, offering cigarettes, helping Jules get away from more annoying drunk non-Dutch guys*
--a bit later--
Alan: Well, my cab's here.
Me: Yeah.
Alan: I'll see you later then?
Me: Alright, yeah. Sure. Bye.
Alan: Bye. *lingering handshake type thing*
--a bit later, at the Waffle House--
Jules: AWWWWW!
Me: AWWWW!
Jules: See, I TOLD you he'd call you.
Me: Well, he still hasn't called me. Maybe he was just being friendly. *cell phone starts ringing*
Jules: Oh. My. God.
Me: *answers phone...it's Alan...we make plans to get together tomorrow night when he gets off work*
--now--
Me: *completely, totally, in shock*
Dude. What. a. night. SO do not want to go to work tomorrow morning. Yet really don't care.
Hey, if Chris wants to play games? Well FINE. I'll find somewhere else to direct my fucking attention. And he's being completely straight up from the get-go. Actually said "Well, you're leaving in a month...what if we, you know, really like each other?" And I was all "Yeah, that'd suck. But still...I don't want to just not DO anything because I'm leaving. That'd be stupid." And he's all "True. Well...I'll see you tomorrow then?" And I'm all "Yep!" And he's all "Alright then. Goodnight love."
Don't you love how Irish guys call everyone LOVE?
*jumps up and down uncontrollably*
OK, I reeeeeeeallly need to go to bed. I have to be at work in 7 hours...