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Having some more sharp pangs of wishing that I were 21.
Coming back to Corvallis and working where I do, I end up meeting a lot of guys that are over 21. In the alley behind ADP and the Crowbar I'll meet guys out there smoking and they'll introduce themselves. Walking to my car I pass AJs, the Peacock, and sometimes Squirrels. People introduce themselves. It's nice.
Two nights ago I was walking to my car after work and some guys outside of the Peacock said hi to me. One of them complimented my nose ring and then asked my name. When I told him that my name was Allison he got excited (I guess?) and said that was his sisters name and his friend's exgirlfriend's name. He was fairly drunk at the time, and I blew him off in a pretty sweet but "I'm going home now, sorry" way.
Well tonight I was walking back to my car and I passed by the Peacock again. Lo and behold he was out there. He greeted me by name as I was walking up, which surprised me because a.) he recognized me after two days and sobering up and b.) he remembered my name. I said hi, smiled and kept walking. After about fifteen feet he ran up behind me and said that he wanted to apologize for how he acted the other night. I asked his name and he said Dave. We shook hands. He asked if I worked around there and I said yes, I work at American Dream and had just gotten off work. He started to say something and then stopped himself, so I said goodbye and we both walked our separate ways.
Intuition says that the next time I see this guy he's going to ask me if I'd like to come in for a drink. It kills me that I don't even have the choice to say yes or no. It's an automatic "Sorry, I'm underage".
For another year and a half I can't even consider dating one of these guys, because they obviously spend a lot of their time out with friends at one or many of the local bars and they aren't going to start going to coffee shops and Sharis just to spend time with me.
Ugh.
And anyone who says that they aren't worth it if they won't take the time to leave the bar and get to know me? Well, pooh. I would date half of my coworkers and they all go to bars after work. It's not a matter of type, just lifestyle. A lifestyle that I won't be legally embracing for a while.
Coming back to Corvallis and working where I do, I end up meeting a lot of guys that are over 21. In the alley behind ADP and the Crowbar I'll meet guys out there smoking and they'll introduce themselves. Walking to my car I pass AJs, the Peacock, and sometimes Squirrels. People introduce themselves. It's nice.
Two nights ago I was walking to my car after work and some guys outside of the Peacock said hi to me. One of them complimented my nose ring and then asked my name. When I told him that my name was Allison he got excited (I guess?) and said that was his sisters name and his friend's exgirlfriend's name. He was fairly drunk at the time, and I blew him off in a pretty sweet but "I'm going home now, sorry" way.
Well tonight I was walking back to my car and I passed by the Peacock again. Lo and behold he was out there. He greeted me by name as I was walking up, which surprised me because a.) he recognized me after two days and sobering up and b.) he remembered my name. I said hi, smiled and kept walking. After about fifteen feet he ran up behind me and said that he wanted to apologize for how he acted the other night. I asked his name and he said Dave. We shook hands. He asked if I worked around there and I said yes, I work at American Dream and had just gotten off work. He started to say something and then stopped himself, so I said goodbye and we both walked our separate ways.
Intuition says that the next time I see this guy he's going to ask me if I'd like to come in for a drink. It kills me that I don't even have the choice to say yes or no. It's an automatic "Sorry, I'm underage".
For another year and a half I can't even consider dating one of these guys, because they obviously spend a lot of their time out with friends at one or many of the local bars and they aren't going to start going to coffee shops and Sharis just to spend time with me.
Ugh.
And anyone who says that they aren't worth it if they won't take the time to leave the bar and get to know me? Well, pooh. I would date half of my coworkers and they all go to bars after work. It's not a matter of type, just lifestyle. A lifestyle that I won't be legally embracing for a while.