Lowered Expecations

I think I should start a series for you guys of the things that happen to me, a single girl, in the bar scene.  I've got some gems.

As I promised you girls yesterday, I would elaborate on more of my weekend happenings.

We can skip over Friday night and move straight into Saturday.

My two single girlfriends and I went out for dinner and had drinks at the bar next door.

We sat on the end of the bar near the entrance, from my seat I could see all the other patrons ordering drinks, taking pictures, being stupid, etc. 

An hour later, a gentlemen (let's use that term loosely) comes up behind me.  I thought he was trying to squeeze in to get a drink so I scooted over to give him more room.  He kept staring at me.  It was awkward. 

Then he preceeded to tell me that he thought he made a "connection" from across the bar.  If by "connection" he means I glanced in his direction then he was correct but I did not recall this face.

Picture it...short dude (we're talking MAYBE 5'5"), ginger hair in a crew cut, eyes with a constant "surprised" expression.  I tried to ignore him.  That did not work.  He asked to buy me and my friends a drink.  Usually when this happens that gives them the invitation to stay and converse had I been interested in him I would have accepted the offer.  But I told him I was good. 

Five minutes later...he's still standing there trying to talk to me.  I just would smile, nod, and give either a "yes" or "no" to his questions.  Pretending to be uninterested was not working.  He ended up asking my friends if they needed a drink and bought us all three drinks.  Thanks friend...but you're still not getting my number.

Later...he removes himself from behind my chair and back to his previous post at the bar.  I was FREE!  So I excused myself to the bathroom.  When I come back around 7 minutes later, he's in my seat. 

My seat was the last at the bar...against a wall, so I stood on the other side where my girlfriend was and chatted with her.  He eventually removes himself and I get back to my seat.

Let me note that he told me..."I never usually like redheads, but you're beautiful."  I'm not sure how to take that with his little preface but I guess a compliment is a compliment.  But if you're a guy and you think a girl is pretty...tell her she's pretty...no little quip at the beginning.

Honestly, these sorts of situations are nothing new in my life.  Something similar happens pretty much everytime I go out.  But at the urging of some of my friends they told me it would be great material for the blog.

I'll share with you soon, some of the WORST pick-up lines I've personally ever heard.