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My lovely and curious blog readers. First and foremost, my deepest apologies for not writing over the course of the past few weeks. My life (on the professional side) has been incredibly busy. With traveling, meetings and the ever present podcast, blogging has jumped off my to-do list. Note: No new dates have occurred nor do I have any prospects on my horizon.
Although there are no new dating prospects on the horizon, I have one hell of a funny story from my Saturday night last weekend. Which reminded me a bit of a baseball player striking out. Enjoy…..
It was a typical weekend which included best girl friends in town for a wedding. Post-reception we all went out to the local college bar to continue in the fun and revelry.
That is when I played the role of “wing-gal” for one of my single friends as she continued to flirt with a very interested gent. (Essentially, she used me as a deflector with weird-drunk guy, who shall be named “Liam”, to continue to flirt with possible candidate.) I introduced myself to “Liam” who told me that due to his strong Irish blood, he was able to drink anything and everything. “Liam” told me how much he had to drink that evening which had me quickly signal the waitress for one tall glass of water. (At this point, I am just hoping his drunk doesn’t puke on my shoes.)
- Strike 1: Raging drinker…
“Liam” tells me that he is such a good guy that he traveled to visit his friends, but they are not 21 yet so they can’t join him out for a night on the town. This tidbit of information had me question Liam just excatly what year in college he is… get this: Junior!
- Strike 2: He is the same age as my younger sister!
Then out of nowhere, “Liam” asks me to do a favor for him. He proceeds to ask me to put my glass down on the bar then slap him hard across the face as it “gets him going”. Other than my jaw dropping to the floor almost instantaneously, I was shocked (which, I will admit is a tough thing to accomplish).
- That served as the very obvious strike #3: secret fetishes I don’t need to display in a bar!
I told him no fucking way and stormed off in my 4 1/2 inch heels.
No wonder I am still freaking single. There are major wackos out there!