The Story Of The Girl

So, after the shows on Friday night, I was sitting in the bar having some wine and talking with a couple of married lady friends of mine. I was feeling good.

Add to that, a conversation with my therapist only a few hours earlier where she asked me to start going every week, and for next weeks session she wanted me to do something unusual. Go somewhere I haven't been, or do something I don't normally do.

So, I'm sitting at the table in the bar, and my drink runs dry.

I get up and stand at the bar. A girl is next to me in a stool, and she looks at me, and does a mini double take. I say hi. She says hi. She gives me a wide eye look. Indicating something, I think, but what? Then I notice she is talking to a putz who is on her other side.

Ahh, she wants to be rescued, I think.

So, I chat with her. The putz leaves, and I tell her the best defense is not to make eye contact with them. She gives me shit for the weak advice, and as I'm turning to leave, she gives me another wide eye thing.

I sit down at my table. But I can't stop thinking about the eye thing. I tell my married girls, and they concur and tell me I missed a moment. I blew it. One tells me to get back into it, but now a blonde guy is sitting next to her. I don't know if she knows him or if he is a new guy hitting on her, but either way, I don't fight for attention. Not with girls. Well, not with girls I want to be with. So, I don't fight for attention with people I really want attention from. I'm weird.

Anyway, I keep an eye on her, and suddenly I see she is gone. Her and the blonde guy. I tell my lady friends, and they say too bad. I missed my chance.

The ladies leave with their hubby's.

My friend BB sits down to talk to me. He starts to go into how he thinks TO's relationship is on the rocks, and I tell him I don't care. I tell him it is too much games and waiting, and I'm done with both.

Just as I finish that, in walks the girl and the blonde guy! They sit next to BB, and start to talk to him! They know him!

She keeps catching my eye, and we make minor small talk. She occasionally gives me the wide eye thing, and I have no idea what it is supposed to mean. I whisper ask if she needs a rescue again, but she doesn't respond.

After a couple of successful jokes, I lean over the table and introduce myself. At which point she says, we met last month. RK introduced us.

I say, Right, right. Yes. Yes.

I have no idea.

We continue our small talk, and suddenly the putz is back. Hitting on her. She gives me the wide eye thing, and I figure this is indeed the help me sign, so I get her to leave, and I leave too.

Outside we get on good ground for me. We start jokingly giving each other shit. I feel good there.

The guys come outside, so we head up to the parking lot. I shake off the putz for her, but the blonde guy is still there. Then, she thanks him (by name) and I realize they are friends. He says where are you parked, and then notices. Oh, he says, your parked next to that Geo. He laughs when he says it, because she drives a Tahoe, and her car stands twice as tall as mine.

I reveal I am the owner of the Geo, and ask her if she could store it in her hatch and give me a ride home. Unfortunately, I get too good of gas mileage to drive.

We laugh. I tell her I didn't realize she was friends with blondie. She nods. I get the wide eye thing again, and now I know it isn't rescue me, so I think it is ask me out.

But, I'm scared, so I don't. I ask if she is going to be at the shows next week. She says yes, and I say good. We get into our cars.

At which point, my therapists words ring out, and I look over to the girl, and I say fuck it, and I jump out of my car. Her Tahoe is already backing out, but I knock on her window, and get her to roll it down. Then I say, I don't know if this is cool, or what, but can I have your number?

She makes an odd face, and says, I'm "with" RK. Oh. They are dating!

I say, cool. cool. yes. yes. Ok. see you next week then. with RK. next week, you and RK. here. cool.

I get into my car, and my dignity bleeding, I drive home.

I log onto myspace right before bed, but only for a moment, and then I'm off.

Saturday morning, I awake to a myspace message. It is from her. Sent at 3:30 in the morning. She saw I was on myspace, and sent me a message basically introducing herself again, and reminding me who she was.

I reply. I say the word official as a joke. Soon, she responds. She says we are not at all official. She makes many jokes about the fake rules of myspace.

I respond a jokey defense about why I shouldn't know the myspace rules. She counters. I counter too, but add at the end of my message a new direction. I say, enough of the back and forth banter. It is too hard to be too cleverly over it all. I say, how about just being nice and sincere. I thank her for making me a friend and ask her some questions about herself.

She responds, telling me much, and thanking me for ending the fake fight. She asks about me.

I tell her little. I say personal stories are best for face to face. I say see you soon.

And that was that. It's cool to banter with her, and she is very creative and witty, and seems to be into me. She is also sort of dating my friend, and has two kids! So, even if she wasn't dating my friend... yikes...kids!

Still, it is nice to talk to someone who seems to like you. I'm a little starved for that these days.

Thanks powers that be. I needed that.

Now send me a single girl.