Update: So, last night, after working late again, I ran home (in the rain, it started raining here about 20 minutes before we were set to end work, yay), scarfed down some quick food, took one of my meds, brushed teeth and straightened up, and went off to meet Ivy and Peel at The Ice House, for Party on the Patio. They’d been there a good while, because they weren’t working until 7:00 like I was. First time I’d been there. Attractive waitstaff. I was trying to behave myself, diet-wise, but I may have broken it with the jello shots. One of them was practically thrust upon me, paid for by a new acquiantance we made there. The second one was delivered to me, by one of the waitresses, for free. Ivy was running on the theory that there was some girl drama going on between the employees . . . I don’t know what to make of it. At the time, my train of thought pretty much consisted of, “free jello shot from cute girl.”
A pair of women came in there after we’d been there a while, a blonde in some shorts and a sort of peach paisely shirt, and a slender brunette in a horizontally black and white striped long clingy one-piece dress. She had a kind of librarianish look about her, is the best way I can try to characterize it, that appealed to me. I went up to them, introduced myself, invited them to come join us at The Ranch, which is apparently where we were about to go, and asked her for her phone number or email address. Shot down. They were supposedly about to go home, they had to get to bed pretty early to be up early, and Amanda (the one in the striped dress) “wasn’t really dating right now.” Oh well. Attempt made.
We proceeded to The Ranch, and oh, hey, those two women were there. So while Ivy and Peel got us a table, I went up and talked to the two women, joked with them a bit. I went and joined Ivy and Peel, we played some pool, I went and bought the two ladies a set of drinks of what they were already drinking, gave them to them with a simple, “I wanted to get these for you two,” then walked off, back to the pool table. After having Peel beat himself at pool a couple of times for me, I talked to the two women again. The plan was to ask Amanda to come be my partner for doubles pool, since there were just three of us. Shot down, again. They were really leaving now and heading home, etc. Tried for her phone number again, denied again. Didn’t employ a final-attempt line or two there I wish I’d thought of slightly sooner. Oh well – she simply doesn’t know what a wonderful time she’s missing out on.
We left The Ranch not very long after, though getting Ivy’s tab settled up took what seemed like a long time. Peel and Ivy were both pretty sedate the entire night. Not how I remember things used to be years ago. Still, I had a decent time last night, even if I didn’t end up with a new female friend out of the evening. The entire bar/club meeting scene thing is kind of alien to me.
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