Bar Tales

I’m not too sure I want to tell this story… but I am going to anyway.

Last night, I was out for pint night with Jarrod and a few other guys. I was on my typical Pint night mission of finding a lady to chat with (well I’m looking for more than a chat, but you gotta start somewhere.) We are having a grand old time watching the ladies walk by and assessing the possibilities of each… Let me Clarify something real quick, I m sitting at the table with Jarrod who has a new girlfriend, (I guess they don’t define themselves as boyfriend/girlfriend, they decided in the term “Relatively Permanent Fuck-Buddies.” Don’t ask me, that’s whet he told me..) and two other guys that were married already, so everyone at the table was on the lookout for me. On the scope for any obviously single ladies or the “glance” over to our table of four pretty damn good looking guys (I’m not really modest at all, and can’t be in that situation, gotta have the confidence!)

First catch, a table of three, they looked to me to be a bit out of my league (by choice not skill, huh yea right.) just a little bit of that liquid courage, and a few fairly obvious glances over here I was just about ready to make the move. Hey, they may be out of my league, but the story of the shoot down could be worth it, and you can’t deny the possibility of it actually working! Anyway, I am just about to walk over there (I’ve been just about to walk over there for about 15 Min now) when they stand up and invite the table of 2 guys next to them over to their table. Bummer, missed my chance, but this could be just as entertaining to watch, I mean they can’t last long… they are still wearing their sunglasses! The sun went down 6 hours ago man! I could go for awhile describing the good time we had watching that situation unfold, but that’s not this story (just incase you are wondering… they didn’t survive…) Well, That was strike one for my evening. I didn’t even leave the table, so I’m not sure that counts as an attempt though.

Round two!

There are three girls that have been wandering around for a few minutes and have begun to stand around. One of them leaves and sits down at a normal Durango bar table with 15 guys with sideways hats. The other two head to the bar and sit down by themselves and begin sharing a beer. I though for sure I was in on this one. I got up and promptly began a conversation with them. I can never seem to remember any of the conversation though but it didn’t go well, 5 minutes later I was back at our table discussion the failure with the guys.

Round three!

An uncommonly attractive (to me anyway) young lady was buying a drink at the bar. I began to watch to see where she sat down and to make sure that there was no guy with her somewhere else in the bar. She walks by the sideways hat guy table and begins talking to one of them. Pshht why do girls go for that, I don’t know. Well, she must have know just that one guy because she was no longer there and was clearly scoping for someone tot talk to. I watched her do a lap and settle for a secluded spot alone. Perfect! I’ve got to attempt this one, off I go. She had been standing in that spot for a good minute or so, so I was confident that she was there by herself. Im moving in… just a few more steps then some words, I don’t know what words yet but I’m sure ill think of something (I was on the pre-defined plan B: Wing it! Given that Plan A: the premeditated conversation during the walk over always fails.) As I approach, she must have decided that nobody was coming to talk to her because she began to move again, right past me, that caught me off guard and I didn’t have time to come up with a good Plan C. Arrgh! She sat down with the sideways hat tools! She was obviously looking for conversation and I was 2 seconds too late! She had to settle for those guys! Granted, it was probably a win-win situation for her, she probably knew that they would buy her drinks all night! Ugh Strike 3 for me, I guess I’m out.

Nope!

Round Four!

A rare sight in Durango to say the least, there was a table of 6 girls and one lucky guy sitting in one of the booths off to our left. That one is going to take some effort and confidence that I don’t really have right now. I have already failed on multiple attempts and I was about to jump into the lions den. That fear didn’t last long as one of the girls stood up, walked directly to out table and asked us to help her win a bet. The bet was that she could not get one of the guys over here to buy all the ladies a round of drinks. So I, being the single one at the table, took her up on that, and sat down with them. Luckily it is Pint night and everything is $2, so $15 later I had 6 girls to talk to and 7 full beers. Turns out they are all on a soccer team together and that guy was just one of their roommates. Unfortunately they were all VERY drunk and the conversation was very hard to maintain. Suddenly it was time to leave and I got nothing out of it. That one seemed so easy to me, like bobbing for apples, but these apples just kept sinking as I try to grab one. Well at least they all got a free beer out of it. I feel so used.

That’s it, My confidence was holding on by a thin thread and it just snapped, time to go home with my tail between my legs.

There is always next time.