On Saturday, my little undisclosed city held their annual Mardi Gras festival, so I decided to head down. But not before working a 9-7 at the pharmacy. Long day, and it was less than warm that night.
I wandered around a bit. One bar had a $5 cover charge. Another with no cover had a line out the door. Finally, I came upon a bar with neither and ran into some classmates who had been drinking since noon, were fucking hammered, and ready to go home. I chatted a few minutes, and then went on my merry way. At the last bar, which was more of a lounge, I settled in with a glass of Maker’s Mark and sour. 2 girls sat down next to me, one more attractive and one less attractive. The more attractive one went to the bathroom, I talked to the less attractive one, and she introduced me to the more attractive one.
It is incredible how much you can find out about 2 complete strangers’ romantic endeavors in 10 minutes of conversation. I was totally vibing this one girl. Before I knew it, we had all grabbed a booth, and were joined by 2 of their friends. So here I was, drinking and playing bar games with a group of complete strangers. Quite out of my element for an introvert such as myself, so I was pretty proud of myself; it isn’t easy for me to make myself get into social situations like this. I do find it easy to mingle once I’ve actually gotten over that initial approach hump.
We went to grab some food after a few drinks, which was welcome because I hadn’t had dinner. There’s a little deli downtown open 21 hours a day that makes breakfast sandwiches. But not just any breakfast sandwiches. These have hashbrowns IN the sandwich. If there has ever been anything more deserving of the Nobel Peace Prize, this is it. Imagine: bacon, egg, cheese, HASHBROWN, on a roll. Now imagine it when you’re comfortably buzzed off a few drinks and it’s 10pm. MY GOD.
We went to another bar afterwards, where cute chick stopped vibing me and was into some other schmuck. I didn’t give a fuck and went for it at the end of the night anyway, because there was absolutely nothing to lose. Predictably, nothing happened. Still, I think it’s extremely important for a man to learn to embrace rejection. Dating is a numbers game and the quicker a guy gets used to getting told “no”, the quicker he’ll get out to try again. My favorite part about these bar meets is that you’ll (in all likelihood) never see these people again, so anything you say is largely inconsequential. So say whatever ridiculous shit you want. Lose your inhibitory side.
As I walked back to my car, I was happy I went out. Rather than (justifiably) going home after a long day’s work, I instead met a bunch of cool people and had an awesome night.