Have you ever wondered what its
like to get out of an almost 6 year relationship and get into another one? Well! Let me tell you a little something! It’s probably the most strange and
difficult thing to even fathom doing.
I am not sitting here saying that I have anyone on the back burner
waiting for them to call shotun or anything, I am just saying…
Last
night I was working at the bar. I
had been working 9 hours there and 9 at the hospital for the last 2 days so
after my shift last night my big plans were to go home, throw Harry Potter on
my laptop and fall asleep dreaming about the day that my letter would arrive
from Hogwarts via owl. (Wow ‘Hogwarts’
didn’t have to be edited!)
What
I was not expecting were the two men that walked in and sat down at my bar for
some wings and beers. They seemed
nice enough and we got to chatting about some things. We talked about where we were from and what everyone was
doing that night. Bla bla
bla. My shift was coming to an end
and they asked me if I wanted to hang out and get a drink after the shift was
over? I said, sure! Why wouldn’t I want to go and hang out
with them after work? I wasn’t
dead ass tired or anything.
One
of them, Dave, was older with a wife and four kids. He was a nice guy and he was funny enough. His friend, Mark, was my age and
cute. He was kind of quiet while
he was sitting at my bar, but once he had a few Jameson’s he lightened up a
little bit. We went to this
underground bar on the main road here and played some pool, drank a few drinks
and laughed at stupid shit that came up.
I
leanred that they were in town on business and that Dave lives here 5 days out
of the 7. Mark was assigned North
Carolina until next fall, so they would both be in the area for a while.
So
as the night went on we were all laughing and talking about things, they asked
me what I was doing down here from New York. (I swear to Christ, its like one of those things that people
can not fathom… I am kind of in agrement with them in that WHAT THE FUCK is someone
from the north doing in North Carolina?!)
But I digress… And I make up some shit story so I don't scare Mark away. Think about it, who wants to hear about some chicks breakup while trying to get in her pants? No one... Right? Right.
Come
the end of the night they walked me to my car (because Chapel Hill is OH SO
VIOLENT!) (But seriously, these
people down here are worse than the people on the mean streets of Manhattan or
somewhere in the Bronx. Ergo, I go
my car at night with keys between my fingers and a pen for self defense in my
pocket… Trust me that shit works…).
Mark
asks me if I am going to be in town long.
I answer him as honestly as I can in saying, “I am not too sure, my job
is a 3 month internship type thing, so I am not sure at the moment. Why?”
“Oh. I was just seeing how long you were
going to be here because, I dont know, maybe we could hang out?”
“Can
you say that without looking at my tits?”
“I
am not looking at your tits!
There! Now, I am looking at
your tits!”
“Ugh,
whatever!”
“HAHA. Fine. But, do you want to hang out?”
“Sure,
we can do that. But I am not going
home with you tonight.”
“I
wasn’t going to ask you to.”
“Don’t
give me that shit! I see
everything dude. But honestly, I
am not going home with you tonight.
Sorry.”
Backing
up a little bit. I told my manager,
Paul, (who is awesome by the way) about Mark and his friend and he said I should
totally go out with them!
“Paul! This means I should shave right?!?!”
“Name,
this is the south honey, we don’t give a shit about those things! We like the critters”
Now, I don’t know if Paul is gay or not. I am trying to figure all that
out. But after the whole shaving conversation,
I am going to go ahead and say GAY!
No straight dude would say its ok not to shave right!?
So
back to Mark and myself…
We
are going to hang out when he is back in town..
Which
means I guess I am going to let everyone knows how it goes for me!
Fingers
crossed!!
PS. Probably gonna shave
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