Oh the irony.
Didn't feel much like going out, but an unlikely friend asked me out, so I went. (Taking the Yes! Man philosophy)
Got to the spot, and found that in addition to him and his girl, he had brought another girl, and an AMOG.
Somehow we got on this topic, and it came to pass that I said, "I give someone two weeks. If I don't hear from them, I delete their number (which is true). I'm too damned busy to keep up with friends that aren't."
Her response, "So what if I'm busy and can't call you for two weeks?"
"Well I just won't know who's calling me, will I?"
Me and the target end up thumb wrestling for no reason, then arm wrestling for no reason. I don't let her win. She's surprised.
The AMOG tries to have a pissing contest with me at some point in this bar, which I blow off easily... He looks tougher than me, but I don't give a shit, I know him through Bill and Bill's not about to let two of his friends throw down. "Dude, it's cool, whatever," was a common phrase I used.
The bar's dead, so I tell Bill I'm heading over to another that's close by. I walk over, it's dead, so I text him that I'm going to yet another (which is very familiar territory to me, every employee there knows me).
We meet outside, and AMOG is taking the target to drop off her car. He makes a point to say that HE'S taking her to drop it off. "Cool, I'll walk and meet you guys there! It's only a block!"
The target asks if I want to ride with them. "Nah, it's a block. Meet ya'll there."
Get there, and target is talking to the bar owner, who presents himself as another AMOG. Apparently we're not as friendly as I though, but it's cool. Come to find out she has a VERY similar tattoo on her hip to mine... lip prints, except mine came from an actual lipstick imprint.
We got to talking and she mentions that she plays chess. "No freaking way!" I said. "Dude, I'd totally kick your ass!"
I sing fucking karaoke. I never sing karaoke, but I did, and played it off like I was a fucking rock star, even though I sucked (I can't sing to save my life).
Up until I left, AMOG and AMOG were trying to dance with her. It's nothing close to a dance club, but they only last a second. The bar owner was playing pool with her (letting her win), and I was in that room, 'watching the other game going on and karaoke'. I SHOULD have stayed with Bill, but oh well. That was the only flaw in my game tonight. I did, however, hop around and talk to other people.
I tell her that I'm leaving. (If I had stayed, I would've drank, and ended up looking, sounding, and acting like an idiot, and I would've had to take a $30 cab home.)
She wants me to take her number. I say that I'd probably forget, but I'd give her mine. She mentions playing chess later TONIGHT, as in 5 fucking AM. I ask if she knows what a Fool's Mate is... Nope. "I'm totally going to kick your ass if you don't even know what a Fool's Mate is!"
So I have her call my phone 'so I know who's calling', and point to my cheek. "Kiss," I say.
She kisses my cheek.
"WTF was that!" I point to my cheek, "Do better."
She kisses again.
"OMG! I'm giving you one more chance!" I point to the heart of my ear.
Unfortunately, she only pecks it, but I don't want to push at this point.
"Whatever. Give me a call when you're done here, I only live a few miles out, but I'll come get you. We'll go back to your place, get your chess board, and beer, so we'll have something to wager, and go back to my place. Though, you better give me $5 in gas money!"
"I'll pay you back Thursday, I swear!"
I'd say 50/50 right now that she calls. If not, fuck it. I had a shitload of fun anyway.
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