Kerry the therapist said I need to take a break from trying to meet somebody. She said I need to just go out and have fun and enjoy companionability for its own sake, rather than with an inherently attached agenda. Fair enough. She also recommended a local meditation group, but that might be an adventure for a future posting. Me gettin' all metaphysical...odd.
Tonight I went out to find some enjoyable company and just enjoy being around people. It was dead at Sean Bolan's in Bel Air, so I went to Looney's where it was a bit more lively, and where I had a delicious spinach salad, btw. Not much was really doin' there, and the karaoke was God awful. Just then, a mutual friend dropped the dime on the location of two other friends who were out-and-about. I went and found them, and they both were at different stages of inebriation. The more sly of the two decided they wanted to be elsewhere. Given that I wasn't drinking, I became - quite voluntarily, to be fair - the designated driver. We went back to Looney's. One of my cohorts forgot identification, so we ended up at Main Street Tower.
Drinkin' Buddy #2 planned for a "friend" to meet us there. Drinkin' Buddy #2, it seems, wanted to upscale the venue from where I met them, and so that is how we ended up back in Bel Air at a more respectable bar, if such thing exists. So, Drinkin' Buddy #2 was caught up talking with the "friend", while Drinkin' Buddy #1 was busy chatting with a coworker whom I happened to find ordering a shot at the bar at the same time I was ordering my diet Coke. Drinkin' Buddy #1's coworker was quite attractive, and we shared a nice little conversation. Now, mind you, this gal was barely 21, and I was gonna get nowhere with her (nor did I want to), but she was absolutely gorgeous. And, she took to chatting me up! The confidence is now fully in place when I go out socially, but I am still surprised every time I am well-received by decent, attractive women, be they very young or closer to my age bracket, which is...less young.
Anyway, Drinkin' Buddy #2 kept the conversation going with the "friend". Closing time rolled around, and Drinkin' Buddy #2 proposed a continuation of festivities at the Waffle House to be followed by more drinks and merriment at Casa de Drinkin' Buddy Dos. Drinkin' Buddy #2 was overruled by the remaining three of us, to wit: Drinkin' Buddy #1, the "friend", and myself. So, Drinkin' Buddy #2 invited everyone back to the house. Drinkin' Buddy #2 rode with the "friend" back to the house. Upon arrival and entrance, Drinkin' Buddy #2 immediately feigned exhaustion, which was more or less a cue for me and Drinkin' Buddy #1 to take our leave, and in the process leave Drinkin' Buddy #2 and the "friend" (who, by the way, is not the significant other of Drinkin' Buddy #2) to each other's enjoyment.
After we left, Drinkin' Buddy #1 and I ended up at the aforementioned Waffle House. Drinkin' Buddy #1 was pissed at Drinkin' Buddy #2, but we managed to have an enjoyable rest of the evening. Then, I made my way home, getting in at a definitely non-respectable 4:30 a.m., after having been decidedly and expertly played - along with Drinkin' Buddy #1 - by Drinkin' Buddy #2.
Kerry says I should not try to meet women in bars. Taking a cue from the example of Drinkin' Buddy #2 and "friend", I can appreciate that as good advice. Except, Looney's has this bartender named Alison...
"Drive", The Cars.
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