Please don’t judge me!
As I mentioned in an earlier post, some friends have challenged me to start dating. I’ve done the internet dating thing before, but in my 32 years of living I really haven’t done the bar/club scene except for one year in college. So I figured, let me try something different as a thirty-something and meet guys in the traditional places. Amongst my friends I can be the life of the party, but in group settings where there are lots of strangers, I am a wall flower. So after a few times of going out and being invisible, it dawned on me…I’m going to have to flirt. This is the story of my first night out “flirting” (if that’s what you want to call it). I was inspired by a friend to be: outrageous! And outrageous I was.
It was a Wednesday night in downtown Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and a group of girlfriends and I went out bar hopping. I gave myself ample time for the outrageousness to build, so it wasn’t until the third bar that I attempted any flirting. As a side note, I’m not a big drinker, so I was completely sober during the whole night. And still managed to act a fool!
My girlfriends knew my mission of the night was to flirt with guys and one of my girlfriends, let’s call her “Suzy,” is a master flirter and promised to give me pointers throughout the night. So we enter the third bar and I really don’t find many of the men attractive. They’re all the standard meaty college-boy-grew-up-and-still-wears-baseball-caps-backwards type of crowd. And then… there…across the bar I see HIM. The only guy in the bar that doesn’t look like every other guy. He has a mohawk and is tatted out. I’m not always attracted to the bad boy look but I appreciated the fact that with him in this crowd, I knew I could look away for five minutes, find him again, and not confuse him with ten other guys.
So I turned to Suzy and told her I found a guy I want to flirt with. She’s so sweet and willing to help, she immediately starts giving me pointers. As she and I are coming up with a strategy, another one of my friends elbows me and whispers that he’s coming this way. I look up and there he is! It turns out one of his friends was just a few feet from us. I panic! And think to myself, if I don’t do it now I’m never going to do it. What on earth does “it” mean? I had no idea, but we were all going to find out together. Again, please don’t judge me. I’m still learning.
I grab his arm and loudly declare, “You’re cute!”
It takes him a second to process, and he’s such a nice guy he thanks me and says this never happens to him. And that I just made his night.
I go on and boldly ask, “You have a girlfriend?”
He says no. I say, “Perfect!” and then finally ask his name. But don’t ask me what his name is, the blood was rushing so loudly in my ears that as he and I are conversing I really don’t hear a word he’s saying. I just keep smiling, nodding my head, and every once in a while punctuate the conversation with, “Oh wow! That’s so cool!” After about 5 minutes of crappy one-sided conversation, he finally exits to go meet his friends. Without asking for my number.
I was crushed! I had so valiantly braved new territory and was rejected. I pouted for about five minutes. Suzy consoled me, reminded me it was my first try and I’ll be ok. And then I remembered I’m there to flirt not to pout. And gave myself props for doing something “outrageous”, maybe more accurately “outrageously desperate”, but definitely something new and different which was the purpose of the night. I cheer up and keep having a good time with my girlfriends.
About 20-30 minutes later a good looking guy, let’s call him “Ryan”, approached me and said he’s been admiring me all night long! He and I talked and danced for a little while and then before my friends and I left, he asked for my number. SCORE! Mission accomplished. I definitely felt like focusing on having fun with my friends instead of pouting was good for the soul and good for the night.
Hold on! There is an epilogue to this story…
Ryan texts me the very next day telling me how nice it was to meet me, etc. and we chit chat over the next few days via text. Then Sunday afternoon comes, here are the text messages word for word:
Ryan’s text, “Hey there! How was your weekend?”
My text, “It was great! I had some college buddies visiting. How was your weekend?”
Ryan’s text, “Good weekend for the most part. I had to work this weekend so it kind of sucked. Would have been better if I got to see you :). I should have texted you earlier and invited you over to come hang out at the pool with me. I was chillin out there by myself”
My text, “Relaxing sounds nice! I’m actually just getting home from dropping my friends off at the airport. So I wouldn’t have been able to meet up with you today. But I’d love to hang out some time.”
Ryan’s text, “Yea we have to set something up soon….. Side note… I do have a girl. Just wanted to let you know and its not something I was trying to hide from you.”
What?!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t worry, I kept it cool.
My text, “Lol! Well then this is the last time we’ll be communicating. Good luck!”
Ryan’s text, “Understandable”
Jesus Christ!! Really??! Yes, really! I guess my air of “outrageously desperate” was more desperate than outrageous! But hey, I had a good night out with friends. Met some people. Now have a great story to share. And most importantly, I’m learning what’s working for me and what’s NOT working for me. Mission accomplished.
Stay tuned for more adventures.
~Sonja Braun