this guy should get a journal...
You will be totally fine 1234. A couple of drinks, a bit of a chat and then cuddling up while watching an open air movie.
Despite all the stress that goes into them - first dates are rarely total disasters.
Even if I don't want to see the person for a second date, we both usually have enough entertaining stories to keep the first date a pretty fun thing.
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After spending all yesterday in a depressive funk lying on my bed with my eyes shut listening to TOOL on repeat I was completely ready to throw in the towel and have a lame night spent watching The Big Lebowski by myself at home, then getting an early nights rest.
Being bored as sin and keen to escape the house briefly I decide to go for a workout... 1 hr later and I am feeling like a million bucks again (thanks endorphins!), with a changed attitude about the evening coming up.
After knocking back about 4 RedBull's and getting a half price ticket to a beach party involving Norman Jay I proceed to have a fucking smashing evening of almost total sobriety... dancing with mates, chilling out with a Corona, bumping into friends and getting the occasional "eye" from certain girls.
Then I saw her.
Gorgeous blonde with a stunning smile. Dancing while she is working behind the bar...
A quick case of the situation puts competition levels at high. Despite the fact she is a bartender there is a noticeable amount of guys who have already sussed the situation and trying to make flirtatious conversation etc while ordering drinks.
I skuttle back into the shadows.
Vowing that I would bide my time and take advantage of my caffeine/guarana enhanced sobriety in a little while when the competition has been culled from taking too much alcohol/drugs.
"Mate", I say to my friend sitting next to me, "before the night is over I am going to talk to that girl".
Fast forward about 2 hours.
Norman Jay is in the final 20mins of his set and my prediction is coming true. The dancefloor is packed and a lot of people look to be too inebriated to do anything but smile, dance and jump around.
I slip back to where my Bartender girl is working, away from the main fray.
"Go on you pussy.... do it. Fucking do it. Now....NOW"
Taking a final slug of RedBull and popping a fresh peppermint Extra in my mouth I start walking.
My brain is already beginning its mindfuck...
"Bartenders get this all the time... she is so hot, she has to have a BF... what if the RedBull is making you look crazy?, people are going to laugh when they hear you get rejected"
I am halfway through a mental "Fuck off thoughts, for Christsakes just go an - "
- and I am there.
My cleverly rehearsed speech mentally prepared minutes before goes to shit.
I decide to go with honesty. Big Smile.
"Hi... look I have been trying to work up the courage all night to come and approach you here, and I know that if I didn't at least come over and ~try~ to ask for your number, I would completely regret it. I'm Adam"
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Smile back! wait... is it the rejection smile? the classic combination of warm expression with pitying eyes?
No!
No! its the genuine article! Bonafide!
"Really?! wow I am flattered, I am Kate. Sure!"
I pass my phone over...
In the brief chat that followed we managed to talk about Uni courses, Extreme frisbee and where I work..
She laughs, I laugh... I think to myself time to make an exit here... this is going damn well and I don't want to stuff it up with one stupid RedBull-powered inappropriate comment.
"okay Kate it was awesome meeting you... ill chat to you soon, have a great night"
Big smile.
Walk away.
Grin.
I plan to call on Monday
