Having just turned 21, I haven’t really had a real ‘bar scene’ experience yet. Sure I’ve gone to a couple dive bars with my friends, but never a big one where there are lots of cute college boys to eye from a distance.
At least not until last night. My girls and I had all gone out to dinner, and one of our girlfriends had invited us to her boyfriend’s friend’s party. Funny how people are connected to each other. His friend was throwing a going away party with an open bar, at a newly opened sports bar in town. Things were interesting as soon as we walked in.
Once we sat down, my friends started making weird faces at me motioning to the bar. The bartender was not facing me, so I had no idea who it was. And then he turned around and, go figure, it’s this guy that tried to get with me in high school. Awkward times. We had a drink at the bar, and then went back into the party room to meet the host.
We didn’t know anyone at said party, and it was mostly all dudes, with some random bitchy girls sitting in a corner. We took the other corner. It pretty much felt like the segregation you experience in the lunch room in eighth grade. We weren’t introduced to anyone, and no one came to talk to us. So we made our own party.
In the middle of our girl talk, one of my friends came back to the corner from talking with our friend and her boyfriend. She whispered something to one of my other girls, who looked at me and started laughing. I was like, “What?” “One of the guys over there thinks you’re cute.” She said. “Go talk to him!” All of a sudden all my girlfriends were trying to drag me off my very comfortable bar stool to go talk to some random stranger.
All I could think about was eighth grade again. Like when a guy liked you he would send one of his friends over to talk to you. I said,”If he wants to talk to me, he can come over here himself.” I am not in eighth grade anymore. I’m 21, not 12. Our friends boyfriend went back over to talk to him. Really? And suddenly over he came.
Woah. Okay he was definitely really hot. Like. Oh. You are probably 6’4”. Ummm. And again with the eighth grade awkwardness. My girls stood around to act as shields for awhile before slowly sneaking off one by one. Now, when I get nervous I tend to blab on and on. So I was doing a lot of talking. It was also really loud at the bar so I was sort of screaming at him, and I kept having to say ‘What?’ like, a million times.
In the end he asked for my number, and I gave it. And he texted me. And I might see him tonight. So apparently I wasn’t as obnoxious as I thought. All in all, it was a good night, if not a tad reminiscent of my pre-pubescent years. My girls and I had fun, and I met a hot guy. So I guess my first bar experience was a success!
What have your bar experiences been like? Ever met a hot guy at a bar? Or maybe you’re a newbie like me?