Another Saturday night

[plutherus]

So, a few weeks ago, I met this woman over the internet, and have been chatting via Yahoo for a while. Now, I was a little apprehensive about finally meeting her. Nothing like my old ten minute date type, but just something not there. I guess maybe it's because I'm so used to having friends who are more interesting than I am. (Though when I mentioned this to one of said friends recently, he told me he felt the same way. Hm.) Anyway, for one, while we were talking, and the first time we were planning to meet in person, she wanted to know what I looked like. I searched my hard drive, both of them, and discovered that while I have a couple of hundred pictures from various parties and events, I have very few pictures of myself. And of those, between the lighting and the costumes, it's very difficult to see what I look like. I finally found this one and sent the link, explaining that "that's not my real hair color. It's brown today." Her comment on the picture was "blue hair? That's kinda scary." Now, I don't know if she was just joking, or was actually put off by the hair. The appropriate response, of course, would have been something like "wow, that's a cool shade of blue. What did you use?"

And she didn't even mention the dog. I mean, how can you see that picture and not make some kind of comment about Sinatra??

So, anyway, we didn't meet back then, since it was while I was deathly ill and didn't really feel like getting up or dressed, let alone going out anywhere.

So, tonight again, we decided to meet up. She was going to go to a bar downtown with a couple of her friends, and thought it would be good to meet there since it was close to my apartment, and I am currently carless. (Oh, yeah, and she also made the comment "how do you survive without a car?". Now, the public transportation in St. Louis may not be up to the standards of San Francisco, or even Portland, but it's still pretty damn good. Train goes all over the place, and busses go everywhere else, and there are plenty of Taxis around, though sometimes you have to walk a few blocks to find one. Anyway, I digress.) So, we were going to meet at this bar. Sounds like fun, she says she'll be there around 8. I'm talking to her on IM while she's waiting for her friends to come pick her up. (Hey, she's got a car, why doesn't she drive. Phhht :) So, I tell her to let me know when they get there, and I'll head out about the same time, so we arrive somewhere around the same time.

At 7:40, she signs off, without saying whether she's leaving or what. No problem there. I call around 8, get her cell phone, tell her I'm heading down, page me if she gets the message. She still hasn't paged by the time I got to the bar. I go in and it's full of drunk college students. Fortunately, there's another room, farther from the music (which surprisingly wasn't that bad), I wander around that one for a bit, looking for her, having no idea what she looks like. Though I did apparently scare one woman who was sitting by herself and asked "Are you K--". She immediately looked away from me, looking like she was frantically scanning the crowd for someone, wouldn't make eye contact, so I figured it wasn't her, and continued wandering. Found a pay phone, left another voicemail on her cell, telling her I was in the bar and look around - "I'm the guy wandering around looking for you, or sitting at a table checking my pager every couple of minutes."

I went to the bar and got myself a plastic cup of Guiness. Which was a relief, as the sidewalk around the bar, and much of the floor inside was littered with empty cans of Bud, and I was afraid they wouldn't have anything to drink there. So I spent the next 20 minutes sitting at a table, listening to music, scanning the crowd, and drinking Guiness. Now, normally I'm not one for sitting by myself in a bar, but really it wasn't too bad. Normally I'd be depressed sitting somewhere like that by myself, but for some reason I wasn't tonight. So, no idea what happened to her. I eventually gave up and walked back home. No message or page yet, but really no big deal. Maybe it's more of a relief than anything else, I dunno.

All in all, I've certainly had worse Saturday nights than this one.

And besides, I've got a Nintendo. Maybe I'll be able to rescue Wedge from the Imperial prison train without accidently blowing it up this time.

Comments

[31seel.livejournal.com]

Bummer man.

You should get Dawn of War. Nothing like destroying heretics & xeno-scum in the name of the Emporer to make one feel better about being single ;)

Oh, here's a survival tip. If you are ever someplace where the choice is tapwater or Bud, add some salt. It makes it taste like tap water :D but due to the alcohol content it might be more sanitary.

[reynard52.livejournal.com]

How do you drive without a car? Hehehe...you don't think that might have been a clue as to the mentalness of this person ^_^ And please save Wedge or his namesake will probably stop working.

She didn't comment on The Puppy??? The Animal who has led a more intersting life than most people we've met???

[freydis.livejournal.com]

I dig the blue hair.