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Yours truly has a date with Ashley McIrish on Thursday. If it goes well, I may alter her entry in my phone to include her real last name. For the sake of the funny, she shall remain Ashley McIrish in the stories here, regardless of outcome. :P
So a little about how I met Ashley McIrish:
She was on a date with some other dude at The Tavern on karaoke night. She agreed to The Tavern because she is, as she tells it, "A sucker for karaoke." The other dude, now that I think about the name she gave me, may well be this guy who moonlights as a standup comic. He looks like a well fed homeless pot head. I'm not so against the recreational use, but there are people who do it entirely too much and you can tell by looking at them. Or as soon as they start talking. Or walk in to a room, because you can smell it. He's one of those guys. I should ask for verification on this. Because I'm nosy.
Her date with Other Guy hasn't gone so well and he has just left as I wander up. Truth be told, I only wandered up because she was sitting with one of my karaoke friends and I was going to say something to him that I can't remember now, but I'm sure at the time I thought was hilarious. This is why I should be in comedy. Because I can never remember the joke. He gets up and I steal his seat. I open up a very random conversation with Ashley McIrish that begins with "There are only two things of importance in February. Black History Month and Scott's Birthday." She buys me a drink. I am now morally obligated to sit and converse with her until my drink is finished.
I finish my drink and continue to sit and talk. I have brought up subjects like, "Have you ever watched BBC?" Her response: "I love Doctor Who! Tennant is good, but Eccleston (my choice of the current Doctors) was WAY better." I ask about the catalog, thinkgeek.com, from which I am ordering something top secret (I will share with you all when my toys arrive). Her response: "I MUST HAVE the Tauntaun sleeping bag!" The Star Wars nerds among you will know why this is a truly epic answer.
A big fan of physical contact (an Alan Shore move :D), I opened with a touch on the hand. The hand eventually became the thigh, then the hand again where I gently ran my fingertips across her palm. She made absolutely no indication that I was in bad form. We left the bar 20 minutes after it closed and spent some time kissing in the parking lot before going our separate ways. Now, as I mentioned earlier, I have a date with her on Thursday that will go from dinner to The Tavern. Because she's a sucker for karaoke. ;)
So to recap: Scott- 1, Other Guy- 0. Stay tuned for updates on the score.
So a little about how I met Ashley McIrish:
She was on a date with some other dude at The Tavern on karaoke night. She agreed to The Tavern because she is, as she tells it, "A sucker for karaoke." The other dude, now that I think about the name she gave me, may well be this guy who moonlights as a standup comic. He looks like a well fed homeless pot head. I'm not so against the recreational use, but there are people who do it entirely too much and you can tell by looking at them. Or as soon as they start talking. Or walk in to a room, because you can smell it. He's one of those guys. I should ask for verification on this. Because I'm nosy.
Her date with Other Guy hasn't gone so well and he has just left as I wander up. Truth be told, I only wandered up because she was sitting with one of my karaoke friends and I was going to say something to him that I can't remember now, but I'm sure at the time I thought was hilarious. This is why I should be in comedy. Because I can never remember the joke. He gets up and I steal his seat. I open up a very random conversation with Ashley McIrish that begins with "There are only two things of importance in February. Black History Month and Scott's Birthday." She buys me a drink. I am now morally obligated to sit and converse with her until my drink is finished.
I finish my drink and continue to sit and talk. I have brought up subjects like, "Have you ever watched BBC?" Her response: "I love Doctor Who! Tennant is good, but Eccleston (my choice of the current Doctors) was WAY better." I ask about the catalog, thinkgeek.com, from which I am ordering something top secret (I will share with you all when my toys arrive). Her response: "I MUST HAVE the Tauntaun sleeping bag!" The Star Wars nerds among you will know why this is a truly epic answer.
A big fan of physical contact (an Alan Shore move :D), I opened with a touch on the hand. The hand eventually became the thigh, then the hand again where I gently ran my fingertips across her palm. She made absolutely no indication that I was in bad form. We left the bar 20 minutes after it closed and spent some time kissing in the parking lot before going our separate ways. Now, as I mentioned earlier, I have a date with her on Thursday that will go from dinner to The Tavern. Because she's a sucker for karaoke. ;)
So to recap: Scott- 1, Other Guy- 0. Stay tuned for updates on the score.