Bar Flirting v2.0142

This girl came back around last weekend.  If you don't want to go back and read that post, I'll summarize - this girl is absolutely gorgeous.  One weekend she stared at me all night from across the bar.  Next day she came in with her boyfriend.

 

Last Saturday she came back out with her aunt (which she always does - never seen her here with anyone other than her aunt.  With the exception of her boyfriend that one time.)

 

Apparently she is single.  So I jumped on it.  Took advantage of working behind a bar and flirted and took shots.  At the end of the night she gives me her number and wants to hang out next day.  So we do.  And all is well until I meet one of her friends.

 

Said friend is 19 and of the nerdy variety - and she thinks that because she's intentionally rude she's a "bitch."  And that's what makes her "cool."  Not only that but all I hear all night is "[Bar Girl] is sooooooo pretty.  Blah blah blah.  As beautiful as she is you'd think she'd be a bitch.. blah blah blah."

 

Dick riding is annoying as it is.

 

As she gets a few drinks in her she starts showing her bitch side.  So I warn her: "If you're a bitch to me I promise I'll be a huge dick to you."

 

Anyway, we head back to BG's house and chill some more.  I just happened to have a bowl of dank so I smoked her friends out.  And then BG's little friend gets loud.  "Blah blah blah."  Naturally, I know exactly what to do to infuriate a 19-year-old girl.

 

Poke at her insecurities of course!

 

I very sweetly joked about:  Her age.  Her acting her age.  Her glasses. 

 

You'd be amazed at how much little girls hate hearing things like, "When you grow up you'll understand."  They hate it.  Very much.

 

This fight literally went on all night.

 

On top of that, I found out that Bar Girl is 20 and has no car.

 

So - she's young, has no method of transportation, I don't get along with her friends and she just got out of a 4-year relationship she was with.  Further, her ex-boyfriend is now 26.  Which means he was 22 and she was 16 when they started dating.

 

All she's got going for her is that she is probably one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

 

And that is simply not enough.

 

But at least I was right about her staring me down at the bar  ;)

Interesting Twist

I'm keeping my house.  For a bit longer.  My best friend (I used to refer to him as bartender, but all three of my closest friends are bartenders, too) is taking one of the rooms, so my "rent" (mortgage, really) is going to be the same as living in a smaller place.

I'm stoked.  Party. City. 

Things are moving along slower than ever with girl.  So slowly that I'm beginning to lose interest.  She visits Miami this weekend though - we'll see if a full week of not seeing her stirs any feelings.

Then again, I haven't seen her outside of work for the past two weeks.  So what's the difference?

A Snag

So I invited girl out to my best friend's birthday party at his dad's bar.  Now, when I say bar I don't mean your local dive.  I mean this place generates millionnnnnssssss in revenue - millions.  And it just so happens that I'm very close with the people that run it - family close. 

 

So it goes without saying that I wouldn't invite just ANYone out with me. 

 

Anyway, girl says she'll come but the day of says she can't make it.  Finals the next morning.  And I'm fine with that. 

 

And then the text.  "Having fun?"  Yes, I reply - how's studying going.

 

"I went out to such and such bar with a friend.  Just for an hour."

 

What can I say but okay?  I hope beyond hope all night that the girl is smart enough to make an appearance at my best friend's party.  Unfortunately, she was not.

 

So, says I: "Best friend's birthday.  I'm undeniably hurt that you couldn't make an appearance.  If you're making some sort of point consider it received.  I don't invite just anyone to spend time with my family.  Good night."

 

And a slew of apology texts follow.

 

Now normally I just end it right here.  I have one rule - never do to me what I wouldn't ever do to you.  And this qualified as one of those things. 

 

Now, most girls aren't able to apologize enough for me to get over the fact that they shafted me.  This one may have.  So fast forward to a day later (aka - last night).

 

We meet up at a bar and hang out with her friends.  I'm beat from last night so I decide to leave.  She walks me out to my car and apologizes again and tells me how much she likes me and how attracted she is to me and how she's used to guys being douchebags and I'm different...  etc.

 

Followed by:  "I'm moving to Miami soon so I don't want to get too attached."

 

Now I'm not sure if I even want to bother with the girl anymore.  She so busy not getting attached that she's spending zero time with me.

 

So what if she's stunning? 

Things is a'movin..

I haven't blogged much - for lack of time, not for lack of material.

 

But things are moving.  Girl and I are still seeing one another and having a blast.  She impresses me, I've impressed her - all is going well so far.  Well, minus the fact that she leaves for Miami in August.  But honestly, I think this girl might be worth the emotions I'll have to deal with for the friendship and companionship and awesomeness she and I are sharing now.

 

This girl is not at all quick to jump in the sack and I find that really attractive.  I'm actually taking great, great joy in teasing her to the point she's almost willing to give in and then reassuring her that I'm not trying to take us to that level before she's ready.  Totally different, totally hot perspective.  She's a few years older than me (24) and I think that's a big part of why we click so well.  As stupid as it sounds, dating younger girls - even within a half-year of my age - has been a total failure so far.  None of them seem to be particularly directed or sure of what they want and it's refreshing (let me reread this post to make sure I haven't already used the word 'refreshing') that I've found one who has some sort of self-direction.

 

Work is going well - this semester is at an end.  10 more classes 'til graduation and then (maybe) law school.

 

What's funny about this whole blog is that I started by looking up law school student blogs - tons of those by the way - because I was seriously considering taking that direction in my life.  Anyway, I remember I found CiC and started blogging from there.  It would kinda be full-circle if I did in fact stick with the idea of law school.  Guess we'll see.