thome
04-17-2010, 07:02 AM
So I roll into this bar looking all -Elegantly Wasted- leather clad hombre left leg numb from a 80 mph 2 hr ride...and I see this lovely young thing tending bar, at the local dive bar I have been -drinkie time thome- at fool for many a moon.
I creep in all creepy..and I aint pritty anyway so..
A explain my position on how I beat the rain that is due in the am friday, this was thursday at about 10:30 pm.How I rode into the biting bullets of water but the last hr I was dried off by the clear skys and the 80mph blow drier that I purchased in 07.
What will you have she sais, all sweety like and I say Shot o' Jack in Rock Glass and a Coops'lite.
I have three - 5 more beers within the next 1 & 1/2 hrs and make my usuall so your a neww ww?thursday night bartender here, huh ? jargon...nothing special...just normal how do you do and I know you do..? I’ll bet you doo..
Lemmie splain it Too YA! she is probably 25 - 30 yrs old tiny framed pettite, 5'4" tho and very shapely for a skinny girl... little everywhere and got these Sarah Palin glasses on (she keeps unkepmt light blondy brown, evening beach sand , hair carelessly placed up on her head witha butterfly clip), looking at me with.... in front of the warm blue eyes that seem to have seen, a bit of the world, but not all hard like my -Irish- orbs..she looks fine..real fine, but I generally only comply with burlesquely build ladies...bla bla bla...
To the point: it comes time for me to e'splian my get away procedure .....so, I had commented earlier about another girl there who complained about her bad hair day and how she had spent the last two days trying to change her hair back from carrot orange too; does it look ok? And my comment was, well are you going to do something with your hair?? when…?? I waited for the look and when it came I immediatly follwed to the punchline with.. this is how I get the chicks with my innability to say the right things, we all had a giggle some girls are cool with jokes and they all seemed cool with that one..
As I say my good by's to the bartenderessess she reaches out her hand across the bar and grabs mine in a complimentary shake..so I comply she explains her friday night shift, holding my hand; tomorrow, and the other nights she will be working...then her hand is still there, like 30 seconds later and I attempt to remove mine from hers and she grips down very lightly no pressure just the right grip and hold...If you know what I mean..?
..and looks me in the eyes and holds and holds and like there then is the moment, the moment she tried to melt into my eyes. I saw it coming I have seen it before, that next thing you know she is going to enslave my lips and across the bar the akward silence that speakes volumes of creamy delights and the new found sugar that we somehow connected on some other level….the bar had gone silent everyone was looking down the bar at us and had stopped their conversations they disappeared and time stood still I am saying 1 min went by and she wouldn’t let go, then another thirty second of her mind meld with me.. I broke the dream in her eyes, yes she is single that was the first conversation we had way back at the Jack and Coopslight….idol chatter of Huh! Women and her Huh,Men!! So I cut her off with my eyes and pull my hand away I have seen this before and not not don’t want….Oh sh!t clicking in my brain…not this…. what have I done..??? Not again the chemical that evades and eludes was working…and she knew it…
I walk out saying I will try to comebye soon and see her again…I always say that and never comply….and I didn’t I stayed home last night knowing two things….
1. I am a great tipper she made 7 buck off my 12 $ tab…and she needs the money… and I seemed like a semi decent guy with a story or two…?
2. She saw something in my eyes that she knew we were old souls together and wanted to see more..?
So was I tricked( not rite word) by a professional bartender who makes us feel special and that is their job the casual flirt that makes patrons want to come back.?
Or am I going to have to start cleaning my bathroom regularly and perhaps understand that… yes I do need a set of yellow flower curtains…. Curtains new curtains sweet lovely cutains..?
I creep in all creepy..and I aint pritty anyway so..
A explain my position on how I beat the rain that is due in the am friday, this was thursday at about 10:30 pm.How I rode into the biting bullets of water but the last hr I was dried off by the clear skys and the 80mph blow drier that I purchased in 07.
What will you have she sais, all sweety like and I say Shot o' Jack in Rock Glass and a Coops'lite.
I have three - 5 more beers within the next 1 & 1/2 hrs and make my usuall so your a neww ww?thursday night bartender here, huh ? jargon...nothing special...just normal how do you do and I know you do..? I’ll bet you doo..
Lemmie splain it Too YA! she is probably 25 - 30 yrs old tiny framed pettite, 5'4" tho and very shapely for a skinny girl... little everywhere and got these Sarah Palin glasses on (she keeps unkepmt light blondy brown, evening beach sand , hair carelessly placed up on her head witha butterfly clip), looking at me with.... in front of the warm blue eyes that seem to have seen, a bit of the world, but not all hard like my -Irish- orbs..she looks fine..real fine, but I generally only comply with burlesquely build ladies...bla bla bla...
To the point: it comes time for me to e'splian my get away procedure .....so, I had commented earlier about another girl there who complained about her bad hair day and how she had spent the last two days trying to change her hair back from carrot orange too; does it look ok? And my comment was, well are you going to do something with your hair?? when…?? I waited for the look and when it came I immediatly follwed to the punchline with.. this is how I get the chicks with my innability to say the right things, we all had a giggle some girls are cool with jokes and they all seemed cool with that one..
As I say my good by's to the bartenderessess she reaches out her hand across the bar and grabs mine in a complimentary shake..so I comply she explains her friday night shift, holding my hand; tomorrow, and the other nights she will be working...then her hand is still there, like 30 seconds later and I attempt to remove mine from hers and she grips down very lightly no pressure just the right grip and hold...If you know what I mean..?
..and looks me in the eyes and holds and holds and like there then is the moment, the moment she tried to melt into my eyes. I saw it coming I have seen it before, that next thing you know she is going to enslave my lips and across the bar the akward silence that speakes volumes of creamy delights and the new found sugar that we somehow connected on some other level….the bar had gone silent everyone was looking down the bar at us and had stopped their conversations they disappeared and time stood still I am saying 1 min went by and she wouldn’t let go, then another thirty second of her mind meld with me.. I broke the dream in her eyes, yes she is single that was the first conversation we had way back at the Jack and Coopslight….idol chatter of Huh! Women and her Huh,Men!! So I cut her off with my eyes and pull my hand away I have seen this before and not not don’t want….Oh sh!t clicking in my brain…not this…. what have I done..??? Not again the chemical that evades and eludes was working…and she knew it…
I walk out saying I will try to comebye soon and see her again…I always say that and never comply….and I didn’t I stayed home last night knowing two things….
1. I am a great tipper she made 7 buck off my 12 $ tab…and she needs the money… and I seemed like a semi decent guy with a story or two…?
2. She saw something in my eyes that she knew we were old souls together and wanted to see more..?
So was I tricked( not rite word) by a professional bartender who makes us feel special and that is their job the casual flirt that makes patrons want to come back.?
Or am I going to have to start cleaning my bathroom regularly and perhaps understand that… yes I do need a set of yellow flower curtains…. Curtains new curtains sweet lovely cutains..?