Really, what more can I say than that?
Ok, I guess there is more to the story than that. Last night my friend Julie and I met up for drinks at local watering hole Good Dog. Seated at the table next to us were a young man and woman, probably in their late 20s, early 30s, and an older man, late 50s-ish. Fine, whatever. Didn’t give them a second look or thought. Julie and I had a pleasant time catching up over beer and sweet potato fries.
When the check came, I went up to the bar to get change, and as I was going back to my table, past our neighbors, the older guy came up to me, pressed a folded-up napkin into my hand and said, “If you’re interested, give me a call.”
There is not much in life that renders me speechless, but that certainly did. I looked at the guy as if he had lobsters crawling out of his ears, stammered an “Ok,” and scurried back to my seat where I tried to pretend that the last 30 seconds of my life didn’t happen. But they did. The balled up napkin with a name and phone number scribbled on it currently residing at the bottom of my trashcan is a testament to that.
But, I mean, seriously?! The first time I’ve been hit on in a bar in I-don’t-even-know-how-long, and it’s by a guy who was already middle-aged when I was still in diapers? This is what my life has come to?
The only thing that made me feel better was when I got a text from Ang Brockman telling me about how she too had been hit on last night – by the guy dressed as Santa at Dave & Buster’s. As she said, “There is no winner in this game.” I think I have to agree.
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