Talking to boys in bars March 5, 2006
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I was in a bitchy mood Friday night. Tired from work and annoyed that I take some work things so seriously and so personally.
At dinner with Southern Belle and her coworkers, a male friend of theirs (classmate from Law School) stopped by to say hello while we scarfed down what is probably some of the city’s best spinach and artichoke dip.
The guy was nice and he seemed to be kind of in to one of the other women I was with. When he left, they all started giggling and explained to me that many many years ago, this guy had won a beauty pageant and was “Little Mister [Small Town]” when he was very young.
Now, this would have been funny enough without alcohol involved. But two Chardonnays into the night, it was quite possibly the most ridiculously hysterical thing I’d ever heard.
Flash forward a few hours and we’re sitting in the next bar when Little Mister Small Town himself and his friends (the Future Teacher and the Professor) stroll into our little hole in the wall. I am possibly too tipsy to contain myself, so when the guy (to whom I have not been formally introduced) comes over and offers his hand for a shake, I did something incredibly bitchy.
“Well, I see that we have Little Mister Small Town in our presence,” I said. I meant to be coy, but I think it came across more cheeky and sassy.
He seemed mildly embarrassed. I immediately felt bad for being so rude up front, but my girlfriends were laughing like crazy. (As were his friends.)
The Future Teacher was nice, a year older than I am, and friendly. The Professor was probably a few years older than I am, very nice, and a bit shy. We had a nice conversation about some serious things and how he ended up here. It flowed pretty well, even though I felt at times that I was almost interviewing him. But we joked back and forth and it was nice.
After awhile, Little Mister Small Town seemed to forgive me for my indiscretion and started chatting me up a bit. (Even though I maintain that he seemed very much interested in one of the women I was with.)
“Who told you I was Little Mister Small Town?”
I pointed to the guilty party, the other woman drinking with us.
We talked about our jobs. I asked what kind of law he practiced and where he worked and he pulled out a business card and slid it into my hand.
“Impressive,” I said.
“I’ll keep this in case I break any laws.” I hit coy this time, as I tucked the card into my purse.
“You do that.”
We talked some more.
“Honey, I know you probably wouldn’t believe it from looking at me now, but at work I have a secretary and an office with ‘Mister’ in front of my name on the door.”
For some reason, it was sweetly cute and not pompous at all. Perhaps he just seemed so non-threatening and mildly sincere. We chatted some more. I stopped drinking, had several tall glasses of water and then left. I smiled and gave hugs and kisses around before slipping into the night and falling directly into bed.
It was a good night.
Mr. Small town sounds really nice. I hope he calls you — its a really good story.
He doesn’t have my number … HAH. I was really convinced he was all about this other girl, so I cut out early to go to bed. It’s only after the fact that I thought … “Maybe he liked me?”
I have GOT to start giving out business cards! I generally think it is cheesy, but it would be a great great great way to give my number out.
Why do you think they invented business cards? For business? Nah…
CBS– excellent move! if you are interested, you are the elusive carrot, for sure. if he wanted your number, he would have asked for it. you have enough mutual friends that he could ask one of them in order to get your digits. and you are probably right about thinking he liked your friend. if he’s into you, he will find you. if not, you didn’t step on your friend’s toes. so, you are a good friend and a shrewd single girl! Yay for CBS!!!
man, i just love reading your blog….
Um, you know, you could just call him…
I second coatman’s suggestion. If you were into him, give him a call. It’s perfectly acceptable for women to call men these days. It is 2006, after all.
Neil — I am the QUEEN of not having a business card handy. And, I can’t order more through work right now because we’re moving into a new building soon, so it would be silly to print cards when we’re getting a new address. Hmmph.
VB — Yeah, I’m not 100 percent sure that I am into this guy at all. He was flirty, but it is tough to tell with drunk Southern boys. (You know this. A Southern boy on a good day will be a gentleman and on a drunk day will charm you without even knowing what is happening.) Also, he was so into the other girl. Promise.
Coatman & Mike — Eh, not sure I’m really into the guy. I’m sure I’ll see him around again and we’ll see what happens.
i think he did like you… i don’t really like the giving out business card thing ‘coz i just feel like it makes things so work-y rather than just casual. besides i’m not comfy with ‘em knowing my full name right off the bat.
oh and bout the terrible trolls… i’ve complained bout that before and what my mom tells me is to just look at the guy and decide if you even want him. er… no… next!
It’s generally regarded as being weak for a guy to give the girl the number and expect her to call. A guy’s gotta do the chasing and he should have to do the initiating if he wants a chance at you!
I hate it when I try to be coy and it comes out as sassy. Or is that when I try to be rude and it comes out as witty. Or scary and andorable. Why does no on get me?
Just found your blog….I’ll be back.
* that may have been coy*
“I declaaaaayre!” Nice story. Coulda used a werewolf. You could use one. And by the way, that wasn’t coy. It was me being an asshole, Scarlett.