I’m besotted, i’m completely in lust with ‘the really cute barman’ from last night. Despite the fact that he has a girlfriend which i didn’t find out until the end of the night and by then my fascination had already begun and was deep rooted. After waiting to be served only by him (and that’s a talent in itself, pretending to be looking in your bag everytime the other barmen come a’knocking, its a true skill) and after him telling me the best cocktails and an incident with a can of lemonade and after what I think is lots flirting back and forth, my lovely friend ‘Mrs.S’ informs me that I actually wasn’t flirting but mostly stood there staring at him, so she took the bull by the horns and said to him, “My friend is just really shy and was commenting on your muscles!” How mortifying! but then he did give me a mini show and said he works out everyday, and so my fascination with him delved further. and if you are reading this ‘Mrs.S’, I like to call my flirting as subtle not brazenly asking a man to show me his arms, but as he did, I will forgive you.
I went to the bar so many times that I started to have to order water because A. I would’ve been skint and B. I would’ve been legless and there was definitely lots of flirting but sadly the time came to leave and as we were walking out the door and up the stairs, my friends and all the alcohol/water inside of me fuelled me to go and ask him if he’s single… and thats when I discovered that he’s not. When I asked, he said to me “no, but I really wish I was”. Now what the hell is that meant to mean? Does he think that that’s a compliment? As in I wish I was so I could go out with you? or I wish I was because I’m bored in my relationship? Not quite sure about that but it did just go further to add to my obsession fascination with him. So I told him I’d be dying in a corner outside and I walked out the door half hoping he’d run after me and tell me that he’d just broken up with his girlfriend but that didn’t happen. Off to ‘Mr and Mrs S.’ for lots of singstar and home. Good night had by all.
I’m writing this from bed. I haven’t yet managed to make it out of the safety and comfort despite my cats constantly purring in my ear and begging me for food, they’ll get fed when I think I can handle the smell of cat food. So whilst i’m surfing, checking out other peoples blogs etc, i thought a little light detective work was in order. Now, i don’t know ‘the really cute barman’s’ name but via the power of facebook and knowing where he works, I have worked wonders. At first glance, i can’t really tell whether the person I think is him is actually him, so armed with a potential name, I google him and lo and behold he has a myspace page, with photos and a little bit about him and he’s really really funny, and his photos tell me that he is really cute and this is starting to be a proper crush and I’m already planning my next accidental meeting and I’m thinking what I could wear when I read… went to university… studied fashion retail, ok not what I was expecting… graduated ’09… what! Mind racing, i’m thinking he could’ve been a mature student and then my eyes hit the awful number that I desperately didn’t want to see… 22. He’s 22 years old, I must’ve looked so old to him, not that 26 is old in anyone’s books but I think I’m starting to look/act my age and all of my friends are older than me, what the hell would I have in common with a 22 year old? I should’ve guessed by the fact that he works in a bar. My quilt is going over my head right now.
As i’m my self made cocoon where all the rejections can’t find me I think to a good point that ‘Mrs.S’ made is that all the guys that I find attractive are the nice guys, the funny ones, they’re not the one night stand kinda guys that I say that I want. Everyone I like is really a next potential boyfriend kinda guy and on the flip side, I don’t look like your one night stand kinda girl, I will never go out with my boobs hanging out, I will always wear a coat if its cold, I love shoes but I won’t look like a wanker teetering in a pair that I can’t walk in and my definition of a good night is to not get as drunk as possible as quickly as possible. So I’m thinking that’s why I don’t get much attention when I go out and I get more attention day to day and maybe that’s where I’ll meet my next exciting man. Good point well made ‘Mrs.S’
Still crossing my fingers that ‘The Estate Agent’ will actually call to arrange a time for our date but who knows, and I’m not writing ‘the really cute barman’ off completely, his little bio about himself made me really laugh out loud and he really is that cute. His bar may just become my new favourite place but I’m still aware that he has a girlfriend and oh dear god she’s probably 22, boobs hanging out, no coat on in December and stupid high shoes that she can’t walk in.
Oh Bugger!
Love me. XOXO
December 8, 2009 at 10:21 pm |
I’ve just read your 3 posts, each one of them had me laughing, good stuff! You seem to be as good/bad as me with the dating stuff.
Top marks on the facebook/myspace stalking though, I thought it was only me who did that kind of thing. I’m well impressed here!
December 8, 2009 at 10:59 pm |
Oh yes, stalking is an art form that I think many females are accustomed to nowadays. Its entirely normal and acceptable surely? Course If anything ever happens with these guys then I will deny all knowledge!
January 17, 2010 at 5:51 pm |
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