Sunday, February 15, 2009

Valentine's Day wasn't so bad, after all.

WARNING!
This entry is a little disjointed, but I'm starting to get a little more relaxed with my blogging.



Valentine’s Day turned out not to be a total loss, after all. In fact, it turned out pretty well.

My first stop of the evening was the Orioles for the ten-dollar book drawing. For those of you who don’t know, the Orioles is a club similar to the Moose or the Elks. For those of you in other parts of the world, I don’t really know what to compare it to. It’s a bar that you have to have a key card to get into, and drinks are a little cheaper. Anyway, as I was en route to the Orioles, a girlfriend called and asked if I wanted to go out. I had planned to just go home, but I was looking pretty damn hot and felt it would be a shame to waste all that sexiness on myself! I told her I would call when I left the club. I didn’t win the book (boo) and called my friend. We decided to meet up at the Madison Inn.


When I got to the Madison, I went in and grabbed a seat at the bar. They were playing some horrible booty shaking music, and I nearly left. Fortunately, the band was getting ready to start, so I decided to stick around. (I’m picky about music in bars…I’ll tell that story in another post.) I’m glad I did, they were good, and played music I liked.

I am a magnet for old men at bars. Last night was no exception. He walked straight in and sat next to me when I was surrounded by empty bar stools. It was clear that he was already drunk. His breath smelled strangely fruity and I considered asking if he was diabetic, because it smelled like Ketoacidosis. I decided not to diagnose at the bar and excused myself to the bathroom.

I love to dance – it’s a very sexual thing. Usually I look around for someone standing by the bar looking like they are dying to get on the dance floor and drag them out there. I guess I was the person eyeing the dance floor last night because someone pulled me out there. We danced a couple songs, the oldest man in the place got up and tried to do some crazy grinding thing with me so I shimmied my way to the other side of the dance floor. On my way back to my drink, I noticed a handsome more in my age range guy checking me out. He winked. I smiled.

I was feeling pretty good, and was proud of myself as I was alternating ice water with my Jack. At that point the guy I had hoped to be with that night called. Quite frankly, he was a dick. I ran outside when he called so I could hear. Wherever he was the music was loud as well, and the call was really breaking up. Something about he was going to come over. Crackle crackle. I said I thought he wasn’t driving. Shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP!!! Surely, he wasn’t saying that to me. He was. I hung up. I texted him twice last night and once today. I haven’t heard from him. Granted I’m not the brightest star in the sky, but I’m smart enough to know that I am too good of a person for someone to treat me that way. In his defense, I know in my heart he is not bad. He has things going on in his life none of us could fathom.

Back to the good part! I went back in and sat down. The band was on break. Mr. Wink was talking to two girls at the end of the bar. Actually, they were talking to him. He didn’t look very interested. They went to the dance floor and I walked over to him under the guise of getting the bartender’s attention. I asked which one of the girls would be mad if I talked to him. He said neither, he didn’t even know them . He asked me to sit down, and asked, “What is your name?” in a tone that I know all too well. I told him. I said my mom’s name immediately after, and he said “I knew it!” My mom and I are like the Bobsy Twins. We look alike, gesture alike, and sound alike. We sound so much alike that when we are together our nickname is ‘Sandy in Stereo’. (Sandy is my mom) It turns out that Mr. Wink and I had actually met several times before. He’s one of my mom’s best friend’s nephew.

The Madison started a new thing where they stay open after the bar closes and serve breakfast. Mr. Wink and I talked for hours. He was a perfect gentleman. No funny business. He’s the kind of guy that lights a girl’s cigarette. I’m a sucker for that crap. The conversation was great. That’s really what I wanted. An intelligent human being to conversate with. Not only was he intelligent, he was observant. He had noticed when I got the phone call and went outside. He also noticed that I was not happy when I came back. I just said it was a long story, and it is.

In case you’re wondering, my girlfriend stood me up. At least, I hope she did. I would rather that she stood me up than had something bad happen.

6 comments:

  1. Great story, V.A/Sandy in Stereo!
    Mr Wink sounds lovely, your girlfriend - well...
    I enjoyed your writing very much. :D

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  2. Isn't it amazing how things worked out! I hope Mr. Wink decides to get to know you better soon! And...anyone who told me to shut up...even once would not be seeing or hearing from me EVAH again! Take care, Lisa

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  3. Some times people say things they dont even remember but when learn of them they regret it badly. The you you call a dick, has his moments sure where he knows he shouldn't say things but his big mouth just wont stay shut...

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  4. That story was gay, why would they put that in StumbleUpon, you are pathetic, and so are all people who write blogs, no one cares about your opinions or how your day was, and I hope you burn in hell for the three minutes I wasted reading about your valentines day

    Love Tom

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  5. i know you probably wont post my comment because im basically insulting you for being so pathetic, but I really dont care, I just wanted you to know how worthless I think your posts are, just a little constructive criticism...

    Love Tom

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  6. Vevay, I really liked your story, and I am glad you posted those comments by the Tom the Jerk - because it makes him look really silly and you look really clever.

    Thank you for sharing

    Hugs
    Jen
    :)

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