Firstly, apologies to Bon Jovi
Next I’m going to be pretty candid here as my usual prodding, spent-to-much-time thinking style of prose is ill fitted in relating the tale. So I’m going to shoot fast and loose from the hip.
And so it begins, as I went down to a nearby pub to visit a friend some weeks back. There I notice the pretty staff member whom caught my eye the previous time that I was there. I noticed her because she matched the characteristics that I’ve grown to love about girls over the years; Exotic, not common looks (i.e. not really Chinese looking), glasses, able to mix drinks well and bigger than usual…err…measurements…
However I firstly just figured her for another pretty face, without much else like the usual types who work such jobs (yes I know I’m generalizing and it will piss off lots of people, all my ex girlfriends first of all). On that night however, as I sat talking to my friend, she would cut in on our conversations and leave us gasping for air after laughing so much because of her sharp wit. I found that hey! there could be more to her than just what I expected.
So over the next few weeks I take a few trips down, mainly with friends but just by myself on one occasion and slowly I find out more, most of all how funny, cool, friendly and smart she is. On top of that we seem to have the same taste in music and drink. I also find out that she would be leaving school soon and thus may not continue working but plans are all still up in the air. However the possibility that I won’t be able to chat with her much longer looms and so I told myself that I should get her number soon.
And so recently, I was down there with another group of friends and after dinner, while they where having dessert, I took some time to talk to her again. I found out that she was already attached but that really didn’t bother me that much (I had long suspected the fact, looking the way she does) as I would have been happy with just a new cool friend so I figured that I would still ask her for her number.
And so I did…while light-headed from drinks, under pressure as we where trying to leave, the rest of the staff standing around and a few other factors that just made it a horrible situation to ask the question in the manner that I did.
I = dumbarse
She declined lamely of course and I beat a hasty retreat with everyone around grinning away.
I’m worried that I may have destroyed a chance at a good friendship and the fact that I may not be able to keep in touch once she stops working.
I’m sad that I may have spoilt a nice, cozy place that I’ve grown to like especially the fact that they serve my favorite drinks and play one of my favorite types of music (80′s heh…A-Ha rocks!)
I am determined to go back in the future, not for a few weeks though, and not let myself shy away from the place. If she is as cool as I think she is and I the same, then hopefully we can work pass the awkwardness. Then again, I’m not even sure if she would still be around by then.
It is rare for…well.. for me at least, to get to know girls like this and with whom I can mix well with. I’m sure God has made lots of them, just wish He’ll put them somewhere easier for me to find them.
