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Saturday was TBOX – aka Twelve Bars of Christmas. They claim to be the largest pub crawl in the world, and since I was a TBOX Virgin, and haven’t previously crawled the pubs, I’m gonna go with it. Whether or not that is entirely accurate is not up to me.
So I was a bar host at Red Ivy on Saturday, which basically meant, I hand out stickers to drunk people whilst drinking for free. It was glorious. I made friends with the bouncer, because let’s be serious – who doesn’t want to be friends with a bouncer at a popular bar? So Bouncer and I, we kinda hit it off. And the best part is – I was wearing my Moose Pants ensemble (yes I’m capitalizing that) and he still thought I was remotely attractive. So there’s that.
He gave me his number Saturday, I texted him, per his instructions, so he’d have it. He texted me last night:
Bouncer: “Hey it’s Bouncer (obviously he’s got a name, but for the sake of anonymity), are you dating anyone? Would you like to hang out?”
Me (after 9 minutes of deliberation with Lauren on what to say): “Nope, not dating anyone. What and when were you thinking?”
Bouncer: “I’m thinking I like you and I’m interested. Want to come to our xmas party on Sunday at 8pm?”
We continue to make plans and he’s picking me up at 7:30 on Sunday. I get to dress up. Like a big girl. Not like an idiot in pajama pants.
So backstory, I’m a little skeptical about all of this because, one, I previously described what a shit show holiday parties are with service industry folks. Two, he’s a bouncer. Now, I’m not a judgmental person by any means, but part of me is superficial and thinks I should be dating doctors, not bouncers. Then I remember, “hey, self, you were a bartender once, and people didn’t not date you because you were a bartender”. So there’s that.
Am I arm candy for a holiday party? Possibly. Last minute-ish – but to me, WAAAAAY in advance. He asked me out on a Monday for a SUNDAY DATE. That’s so far in advance I could stick a fork in my eyeballs because chances are there is something awesome that I want to do on Sunday and don’t know about it yet.
So it’s a social experiment. How will I fit in with this crowd? How well will he take to the news that one, I’m going home by midnight (I HAVE A JOOOOB YOU KNOW) and two, I’m not going home with him? How will people react to him bringing some girl nobody knows to the holiday party? How much Guinness will I have to consume to be sure that I’m not uncomfortable at this shindig?
Or maybe, I should stop focusing on the outcome and focusing on more important things like OMG MY DATING LIFE IS NOT TOTALLY DEAD AND HOLY COW THIS GUY TOLD ME HE LIKES ME WITHOUT ROOM FOR OVERANALYZING?!?!
So, being direct… all it’s cracked up to be? Should I be leery? What should I wear?
This oughta be interesting.