Muah ha ha. Fire.

So.

When it rains it pours.

I went out last night with Matt, even though I did try to weasel out of it. In fact, I HAD weaseled out of it, but then felt guilty and called him up and was like, look, now I'm going to be bored, you are going to be bored, let's be bored together.

So he came by and then we went to some "Irish Pub" on National in 'Stallis. And I pretty much died laughing. It looked pretty authentic from the outside, it even had a "Mc _____" name but inside, it was just a regular West Allis bar with white trash, terrible music and cheap drinks. It was actually a lot of fun. We had a nice time, I gave him a chaste hug at the end (to which Robin quipped: "Well now he thinks you are innocent 'n' stuff...")

But I got home and went to check my email and saw that the Cuteness was online (and I don't know how I started calling him that. His name is Will, that's what he'll be called from now on) so I did the crazy thing and went available to see what he would do, and lo: he messaged me.

He apologised for not calling me back or whatever and I was like, yeah it's okay, I just figured you weren't interested or whatever, no big deal... and he goes "No, actually I was TOO interested and I thought you would be turned off by me coming on too strong."

What? TOO interested? Are you joking me? I then called him out and was like, well you have a pretty shit way of showing it. YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD TO SHOVEL. ON A FRIDAY NIGHT.

So we kept talking or whatever and he asked me out again and I said yes, BUT. It is totally up to him and I am not going to put myself out there for me to get let down again. Not that I won't make an effort if he asks me out, but I am getting a little tired of the games...

He then asked me if I was still single and I said yes and he was like, "I can't believe you haven't been snatched up yet."

Well.

Flattery does work wonders.

I was flattered earlier this week too... I was talking to Brant online (who has a girlfriend, I am not remotely interested in him) and we were talking about his picture on his girlfriends myspace. She said "OOH, ISN'T HE HOT?" or something undeneath one of the pics and I said, there are much more flattering pictures of him and gave him examples. I then asked him if he was satisfied and if it was okay if I stopped stroking his ego, and he replied that it was and wanted to know if I wanted mine stroked.

Well, of course I do. Don't be crazy.

So he says: "Your wit is matched only by your beauty and there is a certain gentleman in Indianapolis who is either very stupid or very lucky."

::dies::

(Which reminds me of something my lover in Connecticut said while standing in New York City on New Year's Eve..."I am standing in the Village and all around me is craziness... and all I can think about is you.")

So needless to say, my ego was indeed coddled.

THEN, I went out last night with Jackie and Hannah to Foundation and Linnemans' (well, we tried to get into Linneman's but there was a line... wtf) and finally ending up at Lulu's to see the Chop Top Toronados but while we were at Foundation we were sitting at a table and this guy comes up to us.

He was pretty cute... Asian-ish, lovely smile... and he starts talking to me (hwah?). He asked me if I was in the Navy (I was wearing this navy blue jacket with white lettering that said "NAVY- ADAK- KODIAK" on the back [which was a base in WWII and Korea] that Michael and I picked up at some thrift shop a year and a half ago or something. I have never worn it out, or since Michael left, he was the one that always wore it when he was here, I don't know why I wore it last night, to be honest) to which I laughed and said no, and explained that it was vintage. He went "Ohh, I see. Yeah I am in the Navy, I was just wondering."

So then we started this little exchange about how I should have lied to impress him, but he would have called me out on it, had a little laugh and he walked away. I looked at Hannah and Jackie and was like "that was odd! He was cute!"

20 minutes or so goes by and he comes back. This time he introduces himself (although I can't remember what it is) and asks me if I ever thought about joining and we had a little chat about that, about how I took my ASVAB, blew it out of the water, almost enlisted and decided against it. He said he was just discharged and now is going to school at UWM for Economics, then he asked me where I went and what for. He was like "Ooh, so you speak French?!" and then he told me how he had been stationed in Spain...

At this point, I was like, holy crap, this guy is totally hitting on me. WHAT?! I AM AT A BAR. I NEVER GET HIT ON BY CUTE BOYS IN BARS (well, okay, I have been, but it has been a LONG time).

So he then wanders away and I remember thatI have my "cards" in my purse. These are literally the greatest gift my mother has ever given me. They are like business cards, and instead of my name or something printed on there, they have these kicky little phrases like "You Need A Mint" or "You Rock" or "Wanna Take This Outside?" So I decide that this boy is cute enough to warrant one, so Hannah flips through them and picks a few out and I decide to give him "Nice To Meet You." I went to the bar and asked for a pen and jotted my email down on the back, went back to the table and decided how my plan of action was going to work getting it to him.

I was saying something to Jackie when she cleared her throat and nodded and I turn and realise that he is standing there again. He held out his hand and shook mine (good firm grip, I'll admit, it was sexy). He said it was nice meeting me and he asked me my name again and I was like "Well, actually, here you go." and handed him the card. He looked down and smiled and was like "but I don't have a little card for you!" I laughed and said it was alright and said to email me and he said he would.

WHAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? I HAVE NEVER GIVEN OUT MY EMAIL IN A BAR!

So we'll see. I rather doubt that he will email me, but the little exchange was awfully good for my ego, although it is by no means lacking right now. After he left, Hannah looked at me and said "You have some serious balls to do that. I would never have the nerve to give someone a little card like that."

And normally I wouldn't have, but this on fireness is working.

Plus, I know I was really cute last night. In the picture I posted up there, you can clearly see I have lost weight, and nothing says self-esteem like realising you have lost weight. And what does self- esteem do? Attracts boys.

ON FIRE. HA!