The last 24 hours are dumb.
Yesterday, though, was going pretty good. I woke up in the morning under 200 lbs for the first time in about five or six years. The work week was going by quickly, and I was just leaving the gym early because the old pair of shorts I’d packed in kept falling on me when got going on the treadmill. That’s a cool feeling.
Feeling like I deserved a really dope meal I stopped at my favorite local restaurant and picked up an order to go. In came in an acquaintance I hadn’t seen since last summer looking to do the same thing so we decided to have drinks and just eat there.
She’s cute. Really, ridiculously cute. I may have had bit of thing for her in 2013 when we first met. My town is small and in the past 15 months she’s been one of only two or three really cool ladies I’ve met. So when she remarked about how toned up I was looking and how she was glad I wasn’t with the girl she met over the summer anymore and how she was moving to Chippewa Falls, I was feeling good about getting a future date out of this run-in.
I told her I was thinking about moving back to Eau Claire, that I missed Phoenix Park, the place you go to for concerts and biking and farmer’s markets and the best bars. She agreed and bemoaned the fact that the only thing to do in Chippewa Falls is drink.
Something she couldn’t do now that she was pregnant.
She’s back with her ex after this little surprise and I couldn’t be happier for her. But our talk for the rest of the dinner turned to how sick she’s been and then my little niece and other babies in our families and soon dinner was done. It had been cool to catch up, but there was still a bit of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in that dinner.
The night was just getting started. I was going to feel like that because of women a couple more times.
I went home to watch the premiere of Archer, wishing I had some absynth and milk for the occasion. The show has still got it.
But an IM conversation with a friend of mine turned hella awkward for about ten minutes because I’m an oblivious idiot. [if you’re reading this, Hi! I was still laughing over my overall dopiness this morning :D]
After our conversation I wanted a drink. I was laughing about it and not sleepy and maybe I’d tell someone about how I had been an idiot and get a laugh. Not at my usual spot, which was dead, but a different one I hadn’t been to in at least 10 months. I sat down anyway and ordered an old fashioned.
“Beam rye, sweet and no fruit?” the bartender asked.
“Uh, yea. Wow. How’d you know that.” I said. Everyone in Chippewa Falls orders their with fucking brandy. Many include shit like olives. My town is weird.
“Because I’ve heard about a tall bald guy in town who orders beam old fashioneds, sweet with no fruit.”
My town is small.
A girl sitting a few stools down got up to come and sit by me. “How did you order that? I’ve never heard of a rye old fashioned before.”
She was cute. Stocking cap still on because it was about -10 last night. Tall, probably my age or a bit younger. I thought I recognized everyone in this town but I’d never seen her before.
“The original. Rye, sugar, bitters and club soda. Try it” and she did.
For the next hour we talked drinks, work, music, where I’ve lived and how it wasn’t possible (according to her) that I’ve lived in this town for over a year and she’d never seen me before. This was a common theme, kinda. She seemed to think I was bullshitting her for most of the night. Like I was married or from out of town. At some point she casually dropped some knowledge that she’s got a boyfriend. She said this, facing me, sitting inches away while her legs we in between mine. She found reasons to laugh and touch my arm. As far as overt flirts go I’ve met she’s up there.
I didn’t know how to process the whole flirting with me thing while also having a boyfriend, but I didn’t stick around much longer to find out. She was a cool chick and it was nice getting that kind of attention, but I had to work the next day and it was getting late and if I think I’m making a good impression on someone my move is to leave while I’m ahead. So I got up from my stool, put my jacket on, smiled, told her to have a lovely evening and maybe I’d run into again sometime.
“How about tomorrow? Rusted Root is playing in town this weekend. I’ll be there.” she said.
“Well I mean if you’re gonna be there…”
“See you this weekend!”
Within 20 minutes I was in bed, still feeling like I should just laugh the night off and forget about it.
This morning I was playing hurt from last night’s red wine, Elijah Craig, old fashioneds and about four hours of sleep.
My quasi-work-wife J stopped into my office and sat down. She had a look on her face. She said she didn’t really want to get into my personal life but she needed to ask me a question.
“So did you meet someone last night?” she said.
The story I heard was…weird.
A co-worker I barely know got a call from one of her girlfriends. This girlfriend tells my co-worker she met a guy she thinks was probably lying to her but she wants to find out anyway. She describes me, gives my co-worker my first name and describes what I do at my company. She says this guy was “impossibly sweet and charming”*. This co-worker calls J, someone in my immediate department because she said that sounded like me but wanted to be sure. J hears this description of a guy and agrees. It was me. Co-worker with the girlfriend asks my friend what I’m like, that her girlfriend really wants to know. I’ll spare you the details, but my tires were sufficiently pumped. It was pretty flattering to hear this from J. J is awesome.
J then tells me that this co-worker called back ten minutes later.
“Is he seeing anyone?” she asks.
“I don’t think so. I know he was dating someone really tall and blond and beautiful earlier in the year but it didn’t work out.”
“I’ll pass that along!”
I wish I could say I was really processing any of this but I didn’t sleep much and was caffeine deprived and I’d been concentrating on something work related like 90 seconds earlier. J was excited. She wanted to know details about this girl I met. I didn’t have any I wanted to give but I said thanks for the tire pumping. She gave me a high five.
So that’s what I’ve been thinking about tonight. A girl who told me she was in a relationship called my place of employment the next morning wanting to find out about me. Is that a thing? Like is that normal?
Anyway, Wiggins vs Giannis is on. Go Bucks.