Discourse on Bar.

The truth is I don’t really like bars. I don’t like alcohol. Nor do I like women who drink. I almost never drink more than two lite beers. I hate the taste of beer. Frankly I have no interest in bar culture or bar lingo. I’ve never been interested in hooking up. I’ve never hooked up with any woman that I’ve met in a bar, and I never will. I don’t go to bars necessarily to meet women, although that is part of the fun. Sometimes I just go to hang out. I need to go to more art events. I haven’t been to an art show in about two months. 

Passive aggressive dating pursuits. part 2

So, I messaged that girl from the bar. As I mentioned previously, I’ve known her for a year or so. I was always under the impression that she wasn’t single, but I was somewhat curious and thought that maybe, just maybe, she might be single. Here is how todays Facebook drama went down.

Her reply was ”Right now it is a little complicated, but no I am not single.”  

My reply was “If your sitituation changes, you know where to find me”.

We’ll see if anything comes of it, but for now, I must go back to the “meetspace 2.0″ aka the bar.

 

 

Passive aggressive dating pursuits

I went to a bar event last night at the Retreat. Had an excellent time. Stayed for about 3 hours. Saw alot of familiar faces, said some hello and how are you’s, and bumped into an old acquaintance that i’ve been semi interested in for awhile. She first joined our group a year ago, at the time i made a few inquiries about her, and someone told me that she was married or engaged or had a boyfriend or something along those lines. Perhaps it would have made more sense for me to ask her. I’ve had conversations with her every now and then at various events, but it wasn’t until last night that it occurred to me that she might be single. Earlier in the evening I had a brief conversation with her, there was some mutual flirting, alittle bit of hey i love what you’ve done with your hair, you look great. I also noticed something that i never noticed before, no ring. Now, here is where the passive aggressive part comes in. I never got around to asking her if she’s single, because i was distracted with other people, but i know that she’s on facebook. So I’m going to message her today. Oh the joys of web 2.0

Message to Javon Walker

Incase you missed it Javon Walker got jacked, again… 

He was out in Vegas, stuntin, making it rain, buying out the bar. But, apparently the wolves were out that night aswell, and they saw Mr. Walker, and they decided to take a bite outta that steak. here’s the story

My message to Javon and his ilk is this-

Game is not- walking into a bar or club and spending $10,000 on Champagne because you can.

Game is- walking into a bar with $5 in your pocket, and still being able to pull a hotty.

Beaches? There are beaches here?

I guess this is news to me, but apparently here in the Tampa bay area, there are beaches. Who knew? But seriously, I’m not much of a beach goer, and to a certain extent I’ve somewhat forgotten that there are beaches that are like 20 minutes away from my house. And at these beaches there are some half naked hot girls. Sometimes the obvious escapes me. A perfect example of this is the fact that for the last 2 weeks I’ve been seeing a lot of really, really nicely tanned girls around, and it’s only recently occurred to me that we are officially now in beach season. So in the name expanding my dating horizons, the beach is now in play. 

Don’t cha hate it when

You’re in a bar and you’re approached by someone, and you go and join them and their friends. Then a few minutes later and only a few feet away you see the most beautiful person, and they see you, and you make eye contact, and you desperately want to go talk to that person, but you can’t cause your already talking to someone,  and you feel like you shouldn’t be greedy, but then at the end of the night, the person you wasted time on, wasn’t really worth wasting time on. And the person you wanted to talk to, is gone.

Yup, that’s kind of what happened to me tonight. I went to World of Beer, a little bar in an upscale boutique shopping plaza down the street from where I live. I got there around 11, and did my usual thing, found a spot, got in the model stance and just stood there waiting. I got alittle restless, this always happens, but I told myself, be patient, it always works, and it did. First I was approached by some overly tanned cougar, then about 15 minutes later I was approached by Milly, a tall blonde volleyball player from the university of Tampa, who oddly enough is from Atlanta. I don’t know what the hell is up with me meeting blondes all the time, this is a recent phenomenon, and frankly I prefer brunettes. But anyways I had a funny feeling I would meet a tall girl tonight, and Milly was close to 6ft with a nice athletic build and a tan. Normally I always keep an eye out for tall girls because I know that they usually have a hard time finding guys who are tall enough for them. (btw- I’m 6, 4ish 205) So anyways I joined Milly and her sister and their friends in a booth. The funny thing is I really hit it off with her sister, we even had an interesting theological conversation. And I say interesting due to the fact that this drunk ass bitch goes to some Christian girls college in South Carolina.

But anyways as I was sitting there I saw her (the girl I didn’t get to meet), she was sitting at the next table over, directly in my line sight. She was with three of her friends. And she looked kind of miserable. It looked like the typical situtation of a bunch of girls who go out together and instead of meeting new people they spend the whole evening talking to each other then they go home miserable and lonely. Anyways the girl was perfect, I spent about 20 minutes looking at her legs and everything else. We made eye contact a few times, and I was hoping at some point during the night I’d find a way to get over to her. It would have been rude to step away from Milly to go talk to some girl who was literally like 3 ft away, right? Well in retrospect that’s what I should have fucking done. Even as I write this I feel like I really missed  out on something special.  Honestly next time, if I have such a strong feeling about someone, I’m going after her, and I don’t care how the fuck it looks. 

UFC 84/Douche bag shirts/Sleepiness

This was my first time ever watching a UFC in any place other than my living room. I’ve heard all the horror stories about watching a UFC at a hooters, or whatever low brow establishment. I’ve heard the stories of dumb drunk fans, idiots who know nothing about MMA, idiots in Affliction and Tap out Tshirts who think they’re tuff because they train, and other mouth breathers you don’t want to be around. I figured i could avoid some of that by going to a semi upscale sports bar like Champps. And yes, for the most part the people in the place where generally well behaved, and not as horrible as i thought they would be. 

I thought i could role my UFC and dating crap in to one package, my plan was to hit the bar right after the UFc ended at 12:30ish. Unfortunetely, after sitting for 2 and a half hours, i was tired and not in the mood to go hunting. Combined with the fact that, i did’nt really want the 1am left overs that were still trying to make the dream happen at blue martini.

By the way, have you ever noticed those dudes who have their special friday or saturday night shirt. You know, that special shirt they only wear for the club or bar. Well, i saw that guy way too many times saturday night. I call him douche bag shirt guy. I also saw douche bag girl. You know of which i speak. She’s that girl with the stripper out fit, the high heels, and too much makeup. As a matter of fact, i actually saw a bunch of douche bag couples! Proving once again that the de-evolution of the human race is inevitable.

Oh and before i forget, Wanderlei Silva is still a threat, and somewhere Rampage Jackson is frightened.

The Cult of B.J Penn lives on…