One night, I decided to go out on the town looking for a date, because it seemed that people trying to set me up with someone, weren't actually interested in setting me up with someone I might be compatable with, but rather the first single person that popped to their mind. Not cool.
I started off at the Blitz Ladd. Close to my house. There was a football game on. I didn't really care what was on, I just wanted to sit at the bar and meet some more sports-minded people and maybe, hopefully a potential date or two.
There were these two men sitting at the bar of mixed race who were pretty sexy, so I sat 2 chairs away from them not to be too obvious. I ordered myself a beer. Windmere Heffeweisen. Yum!
Well as I was trying to eavesdrop and drop a smile and a chuckle every now and then their way to see if they would try to invite me into their conversation, this older blonde woman decides to sit down. She was probably in her mid-late 40's. Total Cougar Status, as these men were probably somewhere in their mid-20's.
She was totally cock blocking me. Not cool. She even started chatting them up and turned her back to me as to make sure I wasn't part of the conversation. I decided to just watch the game instead and finish my beer. I obviously needed to go elsewhere because this lady had already claimed her territory. Sheesh!
Well then came the twist. Her older man/partner/significant other... whatever you wanted to call him showed up. She looked apologetic to him for flirting with the boys, and then quickly introduced her man to me.
The next 20 minutes consisted of me chatting it up with her man, while she continued to flirt with the boys. And then she started flirting with me. I felt like the couple was trying to get some big orgy or something out of it, and it got super awkward. The lady asked if she could be my date, and then asked her man if that was OK. She was dead serious. It was time to go.
Next stop, dive bar on Division? I thought I had hit gold before I went into this bar, because there were obviously going to be people in there watching the game. It was just half-time. But when I walked in, there was one guy at the bar, who may have been homeless. I decided to throw up my white flag and surrender, and order some chips and salsa and another beer and just watch the rest of the game.
Then I heard from my aunt. She was down to go out with me somewhere and find me a date, so I finished the chips and salsa, and left a full beer on the table and went and picked her up. This could get fun. ha ha.
I swooped up my Aunt, and we went down Powell looking for a place to go. We tried a few different bars, and as soon as we'd go in, they were dead, or didn't have our type of people so we'd give it the once over and be gone. It was turning into a fun little adventure.
Next thing we know we are at the Hub. And it's pretty packed! It looks like there are lots of single guys at this place. Sweet. My Aunt and I start searching for the right candidate, but none are looking like my type really. My Aunt suggests one of the bartenders, and for some reason he just looks to pretty to me. And then he swings his arm, and swung his hips back and forth. Yep. He doesn't like women.
I mention to my Aunt that one of the Bartender's is pretty cute, but he looks like the type that probably takes lots of women home. Total ladies man. Tall. Nice build. Not too beefy, but not too skinny. Looks like he could be a model. I'm not even gonna try him. My Aunt believes he has a girlfriend anyway.
So my Aunt and I are enjoying each other's company and I can't tell if the guy sitting next to me is trying to flirt with us or be rude. I am going to give him the benefit of the doubt, and guess that he was being sarcastic. So I start laughing at some of the rude things that he's saying and play it off. Well, apparantly he wasn't joking and stands up and starts to make a scene. He said something to the fact of, "It's too bad cause I F-ing thought you were cute, and I F-ing liked you, but now you'll never F-ing see me again!" Whoa! My Aunt and I looked at each other in disbelief as he grabbed his beer and stormed out of the bar. Psycho.
2 bartenders then came over quickly to see what that was all about. Both my Aunt and I were kind of speechless and started telling the story about his psycho-ness and then all of a sudden we turned around and he's outside peeking his head through the window and staring at me, mouthing that he's watching me. This guy is starting to really creep me out!
So My Aunt decides it to be a good idea to tell these 2 bartender's that I'm doing the 12 dates of Christmas. And that we're looking for a date for me tonight. The really cute bartender, that I feel is probably out of my league seems intrigued. And then the other bartender who seems really nice, that I'm just not attracted to as much, said "We'll both be your date!" He was of course speaking for the both of them without checking first. He then got some paper, wrote down his name and phone number and wrote "date#8!"... I was very flattered, but it wasn't him that I wanted. I wanted the cutie. Maybe that was wrong of me, but I am not initially attracted to too many people and this guy was definitely doing it for me.
I pleaded my case to the cutie bartender why he should be my date as well. He pleaded that he was probably too busy and that my date #8 would be a good date. You could tell he was trying to stick up for his buddy, which really made me want him more, I'm not gonna lie. He was blushing as I was asking him. Maybe he wasn't the type to go home with girls. And turns out, he doesn't have a girlfriend! Score!
He then told me he would love to be my date #10, but he's just not sure if he will be able to fit it in before christmas. He pulled out his calendar for the next couple of weeks, and he really was busy. He was flying out to San Diego the next day for some other job, so I told him I'd go with him. We joked about how awesome it would be if I went on these dates all around the country. So I told him I'd go with him! He got super red, and it was super cute. Yes, I was being very forward with this guy. But I knew what I wanted, and I was gonna get it. But by the time I was leaving, I still hadn't got him to confirm with me that he would be my date. I vowed in my head that I was going to come back for him. I only knew his first name, but that's all I needed.
As I was leaving I decided to write on the back of the receipt including my youtube link to the 12 dates, my phone number, that we should take the next flight to_________ (fill in the blank) and that he was my lucky date #10! Maybe a bit much, but I always thought guys like it when girls are forward. And it felt right. Oh... and did I mention he was not only a bartender, but he was a commercial helicopter pilot. Sexy! Even though I get motion sickness really easily and helicopter's aren't for me, it was still sexy.
I left with a huge grin on my face, thinking that this was the one that might be more than just a date for my blog. It definitely helped that I had an excuse to be persistent about the date. He was perfect. He barely had enough time to fit me in his schedule. He was super sexy. And he was a Pilot. Meaning, he wouldn't have to take up too much of my time. If we ended up dating, it would almost be like I was single, and I wouldn't get sick of him cause I'd only see him so much. When I start dating guys, I often times feel smothered and they want to take up too much of my time. It's a huge turn off. But this guy was perfectly busy enough to maybe actually date when it was all said and done. I was glowing when I left that night!
So a week later or so, I was browsing the internet and decided to look up Ryan Artists. It's an awesome talent Agency in Portland that I really wanted to audition for, and I was just browsing their pages learning more about them... and all of a sudden under their modeling page, I see this beautifully familiar face. This sexy guy is standing there, and he has the same name as the Bartender. Hmmm... So I click on the link and it had his last name too. He's a model too? Ahh... I should have known!
SO I decide to play sneaky detective, and I put in his last name to see if he has a facebook account. Nope. Dang it. Can't FB stalk him. Ok.... how about Linked In... Bingo! Well crap. The only Linked In account I have is a super old one with an old email address that I never even finished. Alright, it's about time I get a Linked In account anyway. But I can't just throw it together because then he's going to know that I made it just to chat with him. So I filled that whole thing out and made it look really nice and professional. I wanted him to know, that I too was kind of a big deal. Ha ha.
So I couldn't message him on there because we weren't "Friends" so I decided to send him a friend request. In the friend request you can send a message along with it if you want, so I tried to be super sly and act like I didn't care too much and told him that he doesn't have to accept this friend request, but he should probably be my 10th date of Christmas.
Well, not too much long later he had accepted my friend request and I had a new message in my inbox! I tried requesting a few other people on Linked In hoping they would accept my request before the cute bartender did, but of course that didn't happen and I had no friends on there. Dang. Probably so obvious that I had just set up my account to talk to him.
I really didn't care about how date #5 went, or any other date after that. Date #10 was going to be it, and I knew it. Maybe this whole dating thing was going to work out after all! Woop! ;)
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