So I went to this fun dinner party potluck get-together thing this weekend. And while I didn't know too many people there (other than the friends I carpooled with), I was pretty sure the people would be cool. Plus, I figured, there might just be some single boys there as a bonus.
Which, there were. Was. (Singluar. One.)
And since I was driving and still recovering from the cold that came back
(the very next day...I thought it was a goner but the cold came back, it just wouldn't stay awaaaaaaay) I had me one drink that I nursed and then I stopped. While everyone else kept on drinking.
Which, sometimes can be really annoying, but in this case was really amusing. (Oh house parties, I've forgotten what fun you were)
As we were leaving, the single fellow ( who is from this moment named Jake because I just decided so and now I'll never know who the heck I was talking about because Jake? I don't know anyone called Jake.) came up and grasping my hand asked if I was around tomorrow. And when I nodded yes he proceeded to suggest that we, him, myself, the hostess and her hubby, get together and have dinner. Sure, I nodded and then extricated my hand from his, mildly amused and flattered.
I then went and thanked my friend for having us over and whispered to her that Jake was going to talk to her about some dinner and....
She told me "Yeah, he's been drinking" and she kind of laughed.
But before I got to the car, he found me again. "Come back, we'll put on music and talk." he insisted. But I explained that no, I still had to recover from my cold, but thanks. (And before you all tell me I should have, let me just point out that he lives in Vancouver and I am not not not, I promised, not going to do a long distance thing again.)
And Jake didn't call the next day, nor was any dinner arranged, and that's fine, because it was still flattering in its own way. It's been a while since a
guy asked me out.
So there you go. I had decent, interesting conversation with a nice guy who doesn't live in town and once he was drunk, he asked me out.
There's part of me that wonders what would have happened if I'd been as drunk as he. Might I have stayed and "listened to music"? Might I have insisted he take my number and call me the next day? I don't have any great desire to know, I'm just mildly amusedly curious.
Also? This weekend sure goes to show; you do need to be careful what you wish for. Or maybe you just need to be really specific.
Keep up the good work Universe
(And the moral of the story today boys and girls is this: Don't go asking a girl out when you're drunk unless you're going to do something about it when you're sober. Amen.)