If I had any self-respect at all I wouldn't be here. She calls me as I'm walking in my front door, half drunk (well, 3/4 drunk. Ok. drunk.), tail between my legs after being stood up. If not for my kind-hearted and forgiving nature, I would have kind-heartedly told her that I didn't buy her falling-asleep-on-the-couch story, and that nobody stands my ass up.
Alas, I forgave her and decided to give her another chance. I mean... she's kinda hot, and it's not like I've got any other plans. Besides, she did offer to buy me dinner
Friday, March 10, 2006
you're at bar. I'm at table.
I suppose it is good to know that your intended believes you are hot.
On the phone that night we made plans to meet at The Fed for dinner. Maybe we would have better luck at Brightleaf than 9th st. I think I went straight from work, stopping at the Quick Stop/Sam's/Blue Light to grab a pack of Nat Sherman's. I walk in, grab an Indy, grab a table, and sit facing the windows. I got there early thinking that this way I wouldn't go home and fall asleep again and that I could spot him as he walked it.
I am lost in my own little post-work world of drinking, smoking, and reading the paper when I remember that I am there to meet someone. I look up and it's about fifteen minutes later than I thought. Shit! It's late. Where is he? Wait a minute...
That mother *&$%^@
He stood me up?!?
Who the HELL does he think he is.
I mean, I really did fall asleep. What is this, some sort of power play to show that he can stand me up to? What kind of child plans this sort of thing, just say you're not interested. Jesus. Really, this is where I am , dealing with asses with no sense of decency.
I am plotting what exactly I will say to him if I happen to run into him later and trying to figure out what my friends are up to this evening when I notice a guy sitting at the bar chain smoking.
Oh right, head down and reading the Indy really isn't the best way to recognize people when they enter a dark bar. My anger and disgust fades, I feel a little silly, and send off a text message.
On the phone that night we made plans to meet at The Fed for dinner. Maybe we would have better luck at Brightleaf than 9th st. I think I went straight from work, stopping at the Quick Stop/Sam's/Blue Light to grab a pack of Nat Sherman's. I walk in, grab an Indy, grab a table, and sit facing the windows. I got there early thinking that this way I wouldn't go home and fall asleep again and that I could spot him as he walked it.
I am lost in my own little post-work world of drinking, smoking, and reading the paper when I remember that I am there to meet someone. I look up and it's about fifteen minutes later than I thought. Shit! It's late. Where is he? Wait a minute...
That mother *&$%^@
He stood me up?!?
Who the HELL does he think he is.
I mean, I really did fall asleep. What is this, some sort of power play to show that he can stand me up to? What kind of child plans this sort of thing, just say you're not interested. Jesus. Really, this is where I am , dealing with asses with no sense of decency.
I am plotting what exactly I will say to him if I happen to run into him later and trying to figure out what my friends are up to this evening when I notice a guy sitting at the bar chain smoking.
Oh right, head down and reading the Indy really isn't the best way to recognize people when they enter a dark bar. My anger and disgust fades, I feel a little silly, and send off a text message.
Dinner
Harris came over to the table and we made small talk. I can't remember what exactly we talked about, our lives, our mutual dissatisfaction with our jobs, how we ended up in Durham the usual chitter chatter. Then we end up on torch singers. Seems this man sitting across from me thinks he's got better knowledge or connections and can get any song I want. I've played this game before lovey.
Kate Smith- Call me irresponsible.
Done he says.
Kate Smith did indeed record a version of call me irresponsible, however, it was only ever released on LP. To get it, you've got to find the LP or someone who has played the LP into a microphone in their computer. Alternatively you could convince whoever owns the rights to actually put it on a cd instead of the 18 million versions of God Bless America they seem so fascinated with.
We'll see if this version ever actually shows up :) I tease him about it still sometimes.
We continue in this nice little dance of dinner, drinks, trivia, sundays, and a slow introduction to the mob...
Kate Smith- Call me irresponsible.
Done he says.
Kate Smith did indeed record a version of call me irresponsible, however, it was only ever released on LP. To get it, you've got to find the LP or someone who has played the LP into a microphone in their computer. Alternatively you could convince whoever owns the rights to actually put it on a cd instead of the 18 million versions of God Bless America they seem so fascinated with.
We'll see if this version ever actually shows up :) I tease him about it still sometimes.
We continue in this nice little dance of dinner, drinks, trivia, sundays, and a slow introduction to the mob...
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