Depressed, but not because it's Valentine's Day
I worked up the courage to go to McGlinchy's, my watering hole here in Philly, last night and talk Sexy Mystery Man (my crush).
I'll give you all a little back history about me and SMM. We have been playing cat and mouse for 3 months now. He sits at the round bar always in the same spot. Me always finding a booth with the people I'm with in his eye sight, either right next to him or right across from him with me always on the out facing him. We make eye contact all the time, aka I eye fuck him hardcore. He likes The Blues, so I learned his favorite songs on the jute box and whenever I see him sad I put them on. Twice I've touched him. The first time I got really really drunk with Mitch, my old drinking pal, on DJ and 151. And on our way out of the bar I couldn't I had an out of body experience where I found myself running my fingers across his back as I walked out. Yeah I'm a fucking freak when I get drunk. The second time was a few weeks ago when he got up to use the bathroom, as he walked by the booth our hands touched on no fault of my own. I looked up at him when he came back and he looked at me. Okay that's the history here is the rest.
As I walked in I looked for him at his usual corner spot at the bar with his every so sexy Colin Farrell face and ever faithful navy blue beanie, I saw an empty seat. 'What luck', I thought. He hasn't gotten here yet I will totally sit next to him and strike up a conversation with him tonight. As I walk around the around bar to the section where he usually sits I notice something out of the corner of my eye, my favorite navy beanie. Now I know you're saying to yourself, "Megan you live in a huge city there are thousands and thousands of men out there that wear navy blue beanies". But what you don't know is that McGlinchy's is known to be the worst bar in Philadelphia, it takes a certain type of person to like it and I am that person. Anyway, I see my navy blue beanie at a booth, with who else Skeleator Bleach Blond Crack Head Bitch!!! another regular to the bar. They are talking and look like they are on a date. My heart breaks, I sit at HIS seat at the bar, I order my beer. I don't have the nerve to ask the bartender what is going on, because they know everything about everyone there. He gets up to go the the bathroom. We lock eyes like we always do, I think I smile I don't remember. He looks handsome and in a good mood. He comes back, she stands up, they kiss. They look happy. My heart is in my ass. Bernie (my favorite waitress) sees that I have tears in my eyes and pours me a shot. They get up to go, but stop to talk to Sug-Nite (the Bouncer, he won't tell me his real name until I've been coming for a full year. Then I'm truly a regular so I just call him Sug Nite to piss him off). As he talks to Sug we just look at each other the whole time, the bar is so loud I can't hear what is said. I know he sees I am in his chair, I give him a look like 'see look, I came alone.' He smiles and laughs, but not at me, at something Sug said and leaves with Skeleator Bleach Blond Crack Head Bitch. I'm left at the bar with Bernie and Courtney my bar maids. I think they knew what I had planned that night. I stay until 1 then walk back to the apartment feeling older and lonelier then I ever have in my life.
So today is V-Day and the only person that has said anything to me about it is the Spitter that I when on the date with 3 FUCKING WEEKS ago that won't get the hint that I don't ever want to talk to him again. This date in itself was a nightmare. The kid was awkward as sin, spit when he talked, started talking about us becoming boyfriend and girlfriend after the first five minutes of the date. And to make it worse for the last ten minutes of the date he had a huge spit wade on his jacket. I told him at the end of the date that I had to focus on school this year to keep my grant and that I didn't have time to date. I have not returned one of his texts, yet he still sends them. I really want to cry. No fact. I am crying right now.
I'll give you all a little back history about me and SMM. We have been playing cat and mouse for 3 months now. He sits at the round bar always in the same spot. Me always finding a booth with the people I'm with in his eye sight, either right next to him or right across from him with me always on the out facing him. We make eye contact all the time, aka I eye fuck him hardcore. He likes The Blues, so I learned his favorite songs on the jute box and whenever I see him sad I put them on. Twice I've touched him. The first time I got really really drunk with Mitch, my old drinking pal, on DJ and 151. And on our way out of the bar I couldn't I had an out of body experience where I found myself running my fingers across his back as I walked out. Yeah I'm a fucking freak when I get drunk. The second time was a few weeks ago when he got up to use the bathroom, as he walked by the booth our hands touched on no fault of my own. I looked up at him when he came back and he looked at me. Okay that's the history here is the rest.
As I walked in I looked for him at his usual corner spot at the bar with his every so sexy Colin Farrell face and ever faithful navy blue beanie, I saw an empty seat. 'What luck', I thought. He hasn't gotten here yet I will totally sit next to him and strike up a conversation with him tonight. As I walk around the around bar to the section where he usually sits I notice something out of the corner of my eye, my favorite navy beanie. Now I know you're saying to yourself, "Megan you live in a huge city there are thousands and thousands of men out there that wear navy blue beanies". But what you don't know is that McGlinchy's is known to be the worst bar in Philadelphia, it takes a certain type of person to like it and I am that person. Anyway, I see my navy blue beanie at a booth, with who else Skeleator Bleach Blond Crack Head Bitch!!! another regular to the bar. They are talking and look like they are on a date. My heart breaks, I sit at HIS seat at the bar, I order my beer. I don't have the nerve to ask the bartender what is going on, because they know everything about everyone there. He gets up to go the the bathroom. We lock eyes like we always do, I think I smile I don't remember. He looks handsome and in a good mood. He comes back, she stands up, they kiss. They look happy. My heart is in my ass. Bernie (my favorite waitress) sees that I have tears in my eyes and pours me a shot. They get up to go, but stop to talk to Sug-Nite (the Bouncer, he won't tell me his real name until I've been coming for a full year. Then I'm truly a regular so I just call him Sug Nite to piss him off). As he talks to Sug we just look at each other the whole time, the bar is so loud I can't hear what is said. I know he sees I am in his chair, I give him a look like 'see look, I came alone.' He smiles and laughs, but not at me, at something Sug said and leaves with Skeleator Bleach Blond Crack Head Bitch. I'm left at the bar with Bernie and Courtney my bar maids. I think they knew what I had planned that night. I stay until 1 then walk back to the apartment feeling older and lonelier then I ever have in my life.
So today is V-Day and the only person that has said anything to me about it is the Spitter that I when on the date with 3 FUCKING WEEKS ago that won't get the hint that I don't ever want to talk to him again. This date in itself was a nightmare. The kid was awkward as sin, spit when he talked, started talking about us becoming boyfriend and girlfriend after the first five minutes of the date. And to make it worse for the last ten minutes of the date he had a huge spit wade on his jacket. I told him at the end of the date that I had to focus on school this year to keep my grant and that I didn't have time to date. I have not returned one of his texts, yet he still sends them. I really want to cry. No fact. I am crying right now.