Bartenders Are Sometimes Not Your Friends
under Single LifeBartenders have always been my friends. They bring me beer. They’re usually friendly. They’re often times girls. Sometimes, they are friendly girls that bring me beer all in one. Recently, I ran into this rare species. Not only did she fit all of those characteristics, but she was pretty. We exchanged numbers before I left. When I came back a few days later, I found out that giving her my name, phone number, email address, and blog address was too much information. I remember thinking at the time that it may be a bit much. Oh well.
Despite this, she actually remembered me. Not only that but she had gone to see me do stand-up comedy the one Monday night I didn’t go. Well, now there’s no way that she believed that I did stand-up comedy. I told her I was doing it again that very night and she told me to text her right before I go on. I texted her, did my set, and she showed up right after I finished. Okay, there is no way she would believe me now. I would have to just be generally funny around her to maintain my aura of hilarity. Well that failed quickly.
I texted her a few days later, but got no response. Maybe I am going crazy and actually never did stand-up comedy; instead I told jokes in front of my closet mirror that doesn’t exist. I love you anyway, bartender lady.