We're roughly six weeks into the calendar year, and it's already been a rough one on the female front. On Sunday, Chelsea said she was "practically my girlfriend," and that's easily been the high point of my dating life this year. How sad is that? Chelsea is happily married to my friend Matt.
Earlier this year, I ended my relationship with a woman I'd been dating for a few months. That entire tale may be better recounted at another time, but the bottom line is that I wasn't able/ready to emotionally invest myself in her following my father's death. That may still be the case moving forward, although I think it may be different with a woman I meet in the future. I'm not sure why I feel that will be the case. I just do.
Anyway, since that time, I've broken a couple old rules. First, I asked out a waitress. I promised a friend (who used to be a server) never to do that. To my defense, I've known the woman for a couple years. It's not like I was at this restaurant for the first time and hit on an anonymous waitress. She said yes...only to text message later, cancel the date, ignore me for a few weeks, and eventually apologize and say she was still getting over an ex. Didn't know about that at the time.
Second, I hit on a bartender. Remember my friend I made the server promise to? She was also a bartender. Same promise. I promised to break this promise and ask out the bartender. She was extremely good-looking, funny, kept coming back to talk to me, introduced herself to me, etc., etc. Oh, yeah, then I found out she is married. Dammit.
I have another tale or two to tell, but I'll stop there for the moment. I'm not ready to get into the fact that my mom is trying to set me up on a blind date. And that my sister has suddenly jumped on that bandwagon. Sigh.
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3 comments:
But you're so CUTE! Of COURSE your mom and sister want to set you up on blind dates. They're trying to do a service to the world and to the female population in general...it's unselfish on their part, really. You should be proud of them.
I didn't really think you would buy that...I was just trying to find an excuse to tell you how cute you are.
Thanks Amber! Flattery always welcome on this blog.
You wanna see cute? I wasn't going to do this, but you asked for it. I'm posting the pictures of my friend's baby and me.
Big props for having the guts to ask out the server and bartender. Sometimes you just have to go with those instincts. Sorry it didn't work.
And although I'd be ok with commenting on your cuteness, too, I think I might stick to a more manly form of flattery. I enjoy your sportswriting. Now pretend I said that over a beer with a hearty slap on the back and we're set.
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