I'm not a fan of multiple posts but here it goes...
I'm fairly certain there were ruffies in the drinks tonight at Egan's. That or it was everyone's last ditch attempt at going out and getting comfortably wasted before our weekend is taken over by foreigners. I'm most certain it's the second but hell, the first makes a better story and would explain the feeling that place had tonight.
So I walk in at 12:30 stone sober. As soon as I walk in an old friend jumps me from every angle she could possibly jump me. I'm ok with that considering I haven't seen her in ages and used to have the biggest crush on her EVER. In the midst of all that this woman who hangs out at Egan's that has the biggest crush on me walks up and starts telling the old friend that she should back off because I'm hers and she's jealous. I step in and say, "no disrespect but I've known this lady for nearly 6 years and we've been through some shit. Deep shit. She wins." It's not a competition and I shouldn't have worded it that way but what was I supposed to say? Two drunk ass women are in my sober face arguing over which one I like more. In addition the old friend is an ROTC friend so when I say old and we've been through some shit I really mean that. Well, to prove to lesser known woman what was up, my old friend stops talking and starts kissing. I usually reserve that type of behavior for when I'm drunk as a snake which I realize this woman must be but uh, you don't crush on someone for 6 years and refuse the kiss no matter how sober you are.
I don't anyway.
She left a little bit later which is good. I'm too high profile and she's in the Army. Since I've gotten out we can't mix anymore. It's WAY to obvious. Granted it's a sad story but a true one.
In her place came second place and she seemed to be ok with that. I really don't know what my favorite quote was from her tonight. There were tons. Regardless I have to be somewhat amazed by a woman who can tell me exactly when she met me, what I had on and who I was with. When you admit to liking someone and you got those kind of details it seems somewhat believable. She's sexually promiscuous which is fine with me. (No shit right?) But it's started this battle in my thought process. The questions I ask myself are most likely irrelevant considering there's much more to know about her than what people say. Really these questions aren't that hard to answer but what do you say when someone tells you, "I will honor you." and "I think about you when you think nobody is thinking about you." I get confused. I play the game and those aren't lines you use on people to get them in bed. Not if you've got game anyway. Those are lines of desperation (or male which is usually the same) and this woman is so far from desperate that it's not even funny. I don't know man, those lines coupled with the fact she can tell you the day, place and outfit I had on when we met is serious. This woman just might be telling the truth when she says she's smitten.
That's cool. I like pretty girls being smitten. Makes me happy. Probably happier than I would be if it was I who were smitten. That and casual sex partners are always a good thing to have on reserve. ALWAYS.
So I walk in at 12:30 stone sober. As soon as I walk in an old friend jumps me from every angle she could possibly jump me. I'm ok with that considering I haven't seen her in ages and used to have the biggest crush on her EVER. In the midst of all that this woman who hangs out at Egan's that has the biggest crush on me walks up and starts telling the old friend that she should back off because I'm hers and she's jealous. I step in and say, "no disrespect but I've known this lady for nearly 6 years and we've been through some shit. Deep shit. She wins." It's not a competition and I shouldn't have worded it that way but what was I supposed to say? Two drunk ass women are in my sober face arguing over which one I like more. In addition the old friend is an ROTC friend so when I say old and we've been through some shit I really mean that. Well, to prove to lesser known woman what was up, my old friend stops talking and starts kissing. I usually reserve that type of behavior for when I'm drunk as a snake which I realize this woman must be but uh, you don't crush on someone for 6 years and refuse the kiss no matter how sober you are.
I don't anyway.
She left a little bit later which is good. I'm too high profile and she's in the Army. Since I've gotten out we can't mix anymore. It's WAY to obvious. Granted it's a sad story but a true one.
In her place came second place and she seemed to be ok with that. I really don't know what my favorite quote was from her tonight. There were tons. Regardless I have to be somewhat amazed by a woman who can tell me exactly when she met me, what I had on and who I was with. When you admit to liking someone and you got those kind of details it seems somewhat believable. She's sexually promiscuous which is fine with me. (No shit right?) But it's started this battle in my thought process. The questions I ask myself are most likely irrelevant considering there's much more to know about her than what people say. Really these questions aren't that hard to answer but what do you say when someone tells you, "I will honor you." and "I think about you when you think nobody is thinking about you." I get confused. I play the game and those aren't lines you use on people to get them in bed. Not if you've got game anyway. Those are lines of desperation (or male which is usually the same) and this woman is so far from desperate that it's not even funny. I don't know man, those lines coupled with the fact she can tell you the day, place and outfit I had on when we met is serious. This woman just might be telling the truth when she says she's smitten.
That's cool. I like pretty girls being smitten. Makes me happy. Probably happier than I would be if it was I who were smitten. That and casual sex partners are always a good thing to have on reserve. ALWAYS.