Ah, Summer! And Glory Days; Lounge LC Thread
06-28-2019
, 04:57 AM
Last night, I went to see a friend play at the local bar. Since said bar was in downtown and I'm in downtown, I decided to check it out. The second band was okay and we were the last people standing for the last band. We left during their set.
I've been there and that feels awful.
He told me a some lady friend of his and her friend are at the bar up the street, and he asked if I would like to come. Maybe meet this other one. I said, sure, because it's *only* 11pm and what else is there to do on a Wednesday night, plus I could try to give said friend some company, I guess?
It's a 5 minute walk, so we get there and the lady friend, her friend, and some other friend are there. The girl is sitting there, basically being ignored, and I'm kind of looking at her but not creeping on her. Eventually, the other people leave and now it's just the four of us.
The girl breaks the ice with me, so I sit next to her and we have a great chat about music, places we've lived, and not much else. It was a great conversation. As the quote (wrongly) attributed to Einstein:
"When you sit with a nice girl for two hours you think it’s only a minute, but when you sit on a hot stove for a minute you think it’s two hours. That’s relativity."
Mid-conversation, she's catching her ride home. She stands, gives me a hug, and I say, "Hey, can I give you my number?" I regret asking that immediately and just wave that off, telling her she doesn't have to, but she says sure, and immediately give me her number.
To hell with rules. I decide to send her a what's up. She did ask what kind of music I do, and so I sent some of that. Three hours later: "It's dope. Is that an 80s song?"
So, now I'll just ask if she wants to jam out or hang out this weekend. Why the hell not?
I've been there and that feels awful.
He told me a some lady friend of his and her friend are at the bar up the street, and he asked if I would like to come. Maybe meet this other one. I said, sure, because it's *only* 11pm and what else is there to do on a Wednesday night, plus I could try to give said friend some company, I guess?
It's a 5 minute walk, so we get there and the lady friend, her friend, and some other friend are there. The girl is sitting there, basically being ignored, and I'm kind of looking at her but not creeping on her. Eventually, the other people leave and now it's just the four of us.
The girl breaks the ice with me, so I sit next to her and we have a great chat about music, places we've lived, and not much else. It was a great conversation. As the quote (wrongly) attributed to Einstein:
"When you sit with a nice girl for two hours you think it’s only a minute, but when you sit on a hot stove for a minute you think it’s two hours. That’s relativity."
Mid-conversation, she's catching her ride home. She stands, gives me a hug, and I say, "Hey, can I give you my number?" I regret asking that immediately and just wave that off, telling her she doesn't have to, but she says sure, and immediately give me her number.
To hell with rules. I decide to send her a what's up. She did ask what kind of music I do, and so I sent some of that. Three hours later: "It's dope. Is that an 80s song?"
So, now I'll just ask if she wants to jam out or hang out this weekend. Why the hell not?
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, 05:22 AM
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, 07:56 PM
