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when it rains…

I just got in from going out for the second time in as many nights this weekend.

Thanks to one of my ubiquitous, clandestine informants, it has come to my attention that one of sis’s friends from the social club, whom I shall refer to as “Ivy” admitted to liking me after imbibing in several alcoholic beverages on NYE. Truth be told, I’m kinda surprised I haven’t mentioned her before.  She’s one of the first people I met in the Social Club; having hung out with her at the Kenny Chesney pre-show tailgate shindig.  Ivy & I were pilgrims in an unholy land that day:  two alternative die-hards in an ocean of country folk.

She’s a cool girl and all, but I don’t really see a lot there besides a common taste in music. To be honest, I’m not really attracted to her at all- physically anyway.  She’s definitely one of those people I would have to get to know and then become attracted to, if you get my meaning.   Looking back on NYE, I could see how I may have been putting out “the vibe” to her; at one particular point when we were dancing. Not slow dancing, mind you, kinda fast, which may have been even worse than slow dancing.   Having this info in-hand made for a very awkward goodbye Saturday night. I sensed it from her and I certainly felt it myself.

Saturday night / Sunday morning, in one of those informal debriefings that take place on the way home from the bar , Sis tells me that she thinks that another one of her friends (an alias is forthcoming) seemed interested in me. Now, this one, I quickly refuted, inking that she AIF was just being drunk, friendly and maybe a little flirty. Who knows?  One of my great weaknesses is that it’s always been hard for me to pick up on a woman’s sometimes all-too-subtle hints. I’m pretty slow to pick up on those kinds of things, so who’s to say for sure?

To the fellas: In general, do you think  most women are too subtle when dropping hints at their feelings toward a guy?

Here i am, with definitely one, possibly two women thinking about me and yet i’m still pining after Red & SHG. I’m hoping they show up at Happy Hour this Friday; if for nothing else, than to finally put up or shut up with them.

Friday night while in Berkley, I experienced what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity: I realized that I have to just go after what I want. No more dilly-dallying or trying to be cool. Much of my success during my Samurai Days was a result of simply going after who or what I wanted. Sure, I would get shot down quite a but but the successes only helped to increase my confidence.  Right now, I can use all the confidence I can get.

game on

I went out with my sister last night.  The local social club, of which Phred is a member, put on a “happy hour” last night at a local bar.  It was a little awkward for me at first – I mostly stood around drinking and watching the Yankee game.  To her credit, Phred introduced me to a lot of her friends – some of whom I met previously at the Kenny Chesney concert.

As happy hour wound down, we went to another bar.  Part of the reason we went there was to follow a short -haired-girl that Steeler (a long-time friend of the family and fellow social-club member) was into.  Steeler and Phred went to the bar to get some drinks. Steeler knows my situation and seemed determined to get me trashed.  Seriously, between he and Sis, I didn’t pay for another drink all night, but I digress.  Steeler seemed to spend an an inordinate amount of time at the bar when SHG and I started up a conversation.  She’s a teacher, and if I recall correctly, she too has a kid.  Needless to say, we hit it off.   I wasn’t putting any moves on her, but it was a nice conversation.

NOTE:  Short-haired women have always intrigued me.  It takes a certain personality type to pull off short hair, one of supreme confidence.  Women who can really rock the short hair just seem to have a different air about them.  I generally prefer women with longer hair but a women who can really pull of the short-hair-look definitely piques my curiousity.

Maybe it was the beer finally kicking in, but I started to feel like I had my game on once again.  Make no mistake about it , I’m nowhere near the bar-rat that I was almost 20 years ago.  I’m just not that person anymore.  But it felt great all the same.  There’s a great line in Fight Club where Tyler Durden says “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything”. I am taking this on as my new mantra.

As we make our way upstairs, I realize that this redhead who caught my eye back at the first bar was with SHG. Could this have been any better. I didn’t want to come across as a cock, especially if Steeler was really into SHG.  He didn’t seem to care.  I think he just wanted to see me have fun.  I tell him I’d be happy to flip a coin and go either way, but he seemed into SHG, so I focused on Red.

NOTE:  Redheads come in extremes.  They’re either hot or not-even-close-to-hot.  This woman was definitely of the hot variety.  

To make a long story short, they left kinda early.  Neither Steeler  nor I got either girl.  Maybe they just weren’t that into either of us.  We went to a third bar where we finished the night.  Phred and I crashed at Dog Boy’s (another one of the Social Clubbers) house.

I had a lot more fun than I expected. I drank.  I danced…a little.  I flirted.  I even found some potential wing-men.  Phred and I planned on just doing happy hour and ended up going to 3 bars and nearly closing the last one.  And most important of all, I got myself back “out there”.

Something that you never heard before, and a missed first.

Stage from the Kenny Chesney / Tim McGraw concert as seen from my seat

Friday night, Sis asks me if i want to go to the Tim McGraw / Kenny Chesney concert, since she has an extra ticket .


Country music, and lots of it.

Think about that for a minute.

She obviously had, and thought enough to appeal to my liver’s good work ethic.

A bunch of my friends will be tailgating early, and there will be plenty of beer there. 

That’s all she had to say. Well, that and the fact that I’ve always had a thing for the “country chicks”. In fact  back in my clubbing days, I tried, more than once, to talk my fellow samurai into going to a country bar, just for the “country chicks”. Besides, a country concert was something totally new for me. And since the same old stuff hasn’t worked too well for me lately…

I had a great time, much better that I could’ve hoped for. Sis’s friends were cool – very welcoming, and there were plenty of sights for my sore eyes. As for the concert itself, there’s something to be said about the live performance experience. The music is a little more raw and there’s an energy in being part of a live audience that even a concert film or a live CD cannot capture. I suppose it’s not unlike an actor preferring live theater over TV or movies, if that makes any sense.

Today is my Son’s first day of kindergarten. It hurts like hell no being there for it. The first day of school is on a short lists of “firsts” that a person looks forward to when they learn that they are going to become a parent. I will never be able to get this moment back and that angers me. I spoke to him last night, but it’s not the same.  More on this later, I’m sure…

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