Lame
I wish people were more adventurous. This is a problem I seem to have with a lot of friends. Maybe I just attract the kind of people who don't try new things, take risks, go on adventures. I mean from that you could deduce that I am like those people, but in reality I'm always the one suggesting going out, doing something. If I have the money, of course.
Last night Ryan calls me around 7 to go out for drinks. He thought Melyna and Erin (her new roommate) would be joining us. Instead Melyna spends the night packing clothes to move into her new place. We saw it Thursday night, helped her move a few things. I mean literally, a few light boxes .. I dunno why we helped, because I offered my services and a car for moving a ton of shit and she barely had a thing to move. We hung out a bit in the empty place, and it's nice and spacious, but a bit pricey. I hadn't seen Erin since maybe last year. That time we had a drink at The Library, a local dive bar full of old people and young people, and she came with her then-boyfriend and his sister who I thought was cute but I guess other guys wouldn't. Erin's a nice kid; glad Melyna is moving in with a friend instead of a stranger but that's not always so bad. She's a realtor or something, an apartment flipper (I thought people only flipped houses), and she's very assertive which is good for her line of work. Nice kid. I guess Melyna's dog Marley is also moving in there, this little dog that's the size of a chihuahua with ratty hair. I think I have some pictures with him from New Year's 2010. He's a nice dog but like a typical small dog he's all amped up. I wonder what that place will look like when it's fully furnished. So Ryan tells me Friday night about moving some shit and then out for drinks. When I get to Ryan's place after showering, shaving, putting on something clean (totally unlike me, huh?), he's talkin on the phone to his girlfriend and then she's not coming over. She bails a lot, and usually it's just Ryan and I hanging out together.
So we went to the Aero Bar near the airport. I'd been there before, and it was mid-afternoon when I went, but now it was Friday night so it was a different, younger crowd. Nice guys, cute girls, small bar. Watched SDSU beat UNLV in the Mountain West Tourney. Even talked to the owner of the bar. Just before we left I saw this one girl come in, and smiled at her. I don't waste smiles, in fact I rarely ever use them on girls, because they would be grossed out. Little kids and babies and dogs appreciate them. This girl smiled back. And that was that. I never know where to go or what to do from there. That always escapes me. I've seen plenty of movies and tv shows on how to do it, and I've even seen it in action at bars .. hell even that very night. It's just hard getting up the gumption to do it myself, and even if I did it, how does one close on it? Success is ever-fleeting.
I really should just learn that it's not about scoring, that it doesn't have to mean anything. Just to be thankful that a girl smiled at you and for an instant, you had her full attention. Just accept it and let it be. I wish I could accept that and let it go. But when I'm back home early on a Friday night and I'm lying on the couch half-watching bad TV and movies like a zombie, fully dressed, hair still looking right, a light whiff of very good cologne - all that instead of being wrapped up in the arms and legs of a very pretty rosy-cheeked curvy girl .. I can't help but feeling that I'm the one who's lame. Not my friends who go to bars and order "the usual", be it a cocktail or a beer. At MacGregor's it's something standard .. that place kind of blows because they don't have anything special. In fact I think the last few times I've been there I've bought a beer or a pitcher full of something different, like a local micro-brew. He asks what it is, and half the time he orders it the next round. Why not just order it the first time? This is what I do when I order my first beer at a bar, new place or familiar joint - I skim through the list past all the junk I've ordered a million times or shit I can get anywhere and I look for something new. At the Aero there were maybe a half dozen brews I'd never tried. My first beer I had a Scrimshaw Pilsner, great tasting beer and very nice color, not washed out like other lagers. My second beer I had a Palm Belgian Amber Ale. Delicious, and I wanted to try it especially because the only Belgians I've ever had or seen have all been unfiltered ales, which are good sometimes but not something I'd usually order. This was a filtered Amber. Loved it. An old guy is watching the game with me, we talk for a few about the beers and we just happened to be drinking the same kind. Then he reveals he's the owner of the bar. Kinda gives some credence to your taste in beer. Guess who else wants a Palm Amber Ale. Now I'm not against signature drinks ... Melyna has her Long Beach's, and I have my Manhattans although I might also be partial to Rob Roys. So who goes to a bar and orders Newcastle? Everybody, that's who. Be adventurous, try something new, go somewhere new. That's all I'm saying.
This coming from the guy who doesn't have the balls to say hi to the girl who just shot a smile his way. I guess I'm gutsy in just about every way except with women, and maybe jobs. A beer isn't going to reject me ... I will reject a beer if I don't like it. That's the difference I guess. I'm not good enough for people. My balls shrivel up if I leave my fate up to someone else. Ryan's skeptical of new things, Jared has his Coke & Rum, always .. no other cocktails to wash out his palette, not even during King's Cup ... but surprisingly he did a few shots with us on New Years; and Derek won't try any new foods even if we rave about it. Derek is good with tried & true. But when it comes to women, they're rather bold. My legs go weak, I tend to stutter, and my low self-confidence cripples me in just about every way imaginable. Now who's lame?
[Fortune favors the bold]
Last night Ryan calls me around 7 to go out for drinks. He thought Melyna and Erin (her new roommate) would be joining us. Instead Melyna spends the night packing clothes to move into her new place. We saw it Thursday night, helped her move a few things. I mean literally, a few light boxes .. I dunno why we helped, because I offered my services and a car for moving a ton of shit and she barely had a thing to move. We hung out a bit in the empty place, and it's nice and spacious, but a bit pricey. I hadn't seen Erin since maybe last year. That time we had a drink at The Library, a local dive bar full of old people and young people, and she came with her then-boyfriend and his sister who I thought was cute but I guess other guys wouldn't. Erin's a nice kid; glad Melyna is moving in with a friend instead of a stranger but that's not always so bad. She's a realtor or something, an apartment flipper (I thought people only flipped houses), and she's very assertive which is good for her line of work. Nice kid. I guess Melyna's dog Marley is also moving in there, this little dog that's the size of a chihuahua with ratty hair. I think I have some pictures with him from New Year's 2010. He's a nice dog but like a typical small dog he's all amped up. I wonder what that place will look like when it's fully furnished. So Ryan tells me Friday night about moving some shit and then out for drinks. When I get to Ryan's place after showering, shaving, putting on something clean (totally unlike me, huh?), he's talkin on the phone to his girlfriend and then she's not coming over. She bails a lot, and usually it's just Ryan and I hanging out together.
So we went to the Aero Bar near the airport. I'd been there before, and it was mid-afternoon when I went, but now it was Friday night so it was a different, younger crowd. Nice guys, cute girls, small bar. Watched SDSU beat UNLV in the Mountain West Tourney. Even talked to the owner of the bar. Just before we left I saw this one girl come in, and smiled at her. I don't waste smiles, in fact I rarely ever use them on girls, because they would be grossed out. Little kids and babies and dogs appreciate them. This girl smiled back. And that was that. I never know where to go or what to do from there. That always escapes me. I've seen plenty of movies and tv shows on how to do it, and I've even seen it in action at bars .. hell even that very night. It's just hard getting up the gumption to do it myself, and even if I did it, how does one close on it? Success is ever-fleeting.
I really should just learn that it's not about scoring, that it doesn't have to mean anything. Just to be thankful that a girl smiled at you and for an instant, you had her full attention. Just accept it and let it be. I wish I could accept that and let it go. But when I'm back home early on a Friday night and I'm lying on the couch half-watching bad TV and movies like a zombie, fully dressed, hair still looking right, a light whiff of very good cologne - all that instead of being wrapped up in the arms and legs of a very pretty rosy-cheeked curvy girl .. I can't help but feeling that I'm the one who's lame. Not my friends who go to bars and order "the usual", be it a cocktail or a beer. At MacGregor's it's something standard .. that place kind of blows because they don't have anything special. In fact I think the last few times I've been there I've bought a beer or a pitcher full of something different, like a local micro-brew. He asks what it is, and half the time he orders it the next round. Why not just order it the first time? This is what I do when I order my first beer at a bar, new place or familiar joint - I skim through the list past all the junk I've ordered a million times or shit I can get anywhere and I look for something new. At the Aero there were maybe a half dozen brews I'd never tried. My first beer I had a Scrimshaw Pilsner, great tasting beer and very nice color, not washed out like other lagers. My second beer I had a Palm Belgian Amber Ale. Delicious, and I wanted to try it especially because the only Belgians I've ever had or seen have all been unfiltered ales, which are good sometimes but not something I'd usually order. This was a filtered Amber. Loved it. An old guy is watching the game with me, we talk for a few about the beers and we just happened to be drinking the same kind. Then he reveals he's the owner of the bar. Kinda gives some credence to your taste in beer. Guess who else wants a Palm Amber Ale. Now I'm not against signature drinks ... Melyna has her Long Beach's, and I have my Manhattans although I might also be partial to Rob Roys. So who goes to a bar and orders Newcastle? Everybody, that's who. Be adventurous, try something new, go somewhere new. That's all I'm saying.
This coming from the guy who doesn't have the balls to say hi to the girl who just shot a smile his way. I guess I'm gutsy in just about every way except with women, and maybe jobs. A beer isn't going to reject me ... I will reject a beer if I don't like it. That's the difference I guess. I'm not good enough for people. My balls shrivel up if I leave my fate up to someone else. Ryan's skeptical of new things, Jared has his Coke & Rum, always .. no other cocktails to wash out his palette, not even during King's Cup ... but surprisingly he did a few shots with us on New Years; and Derek won't try any new foods even if we rave about it. Derek is good with tried & true. But when it comes to women, they're rather bold. My legs go weak, I tend to stutter, and my low self-confidence cripples me in just about every way imaginable. Now who's lame?
[Fortune favors the bold]