I just want to beat my head against the wall.
Last night was, of course, St. Patrick's Day. So Red and Lady and I all met up and went out. I'm not normally a bar person, but I was only the DD anyway, so this suited me well. The night was pretty typical, preppy douchebags who never outgrew high school, with their backwards hats and saggy jeans, hitting on me. But, hey, who am I to say no to a free drink?
I was on my own two feet that night, having shed my crutches two days before (for now) and so I was feeling really good about myself. I was socializing at the bar while I got drinks for my friends, and I was enjoying the evening. Then I saw this guy with a really cool hat, and I never had a chance to get a good look at him, but I REALLY wanted to know where he got that hat! So Red says, "Just go steal it from him!" "Ok!" I chime up, and pop up out of my seat and run over. I wasn't really going to steal it, I just wanted to know where he got it from.
What started out as a simple question turned into an hour long conversation that had me smiling and laughing. He was intelligent, well read, and liked several of the same authors that I adore and on top of that, getting a closer look at him, he was handsome! Red, drunk at this point, comes over to tell me they want to go to IHOP, so I get ready to drive them and he says he'll find me on facebook. I say ok! And head out.
WHY DID I NOT GET HIS NUMBER?! I am so stupid. :(