Been on the wagon for 2 weeks. I am such a boring man.
Still, it's better than the monster I was surely turning into after the steady stream of alcohol and drugs that I had somehow been maintaining since xmas. Sobriety all over tomorrow, however. A manager from work gave me free tickets to the Melbourne Bar Show. I was going to take a girl with me, who just happens to be he most gorgeous woman who has ever shown any interest in me for ever. For ever ever? For ever ever... But she msgs me today to change our plans for tomorrow because she has to go to the bar show today to see the afore mentioned manager. THE BASTARD HAS CUT MY LUNCH! He's set me up for a fall. I am seriously going to chew him out on Thursday night. I was gonna make like the industry playa with the bell o' the ball on my arm, swanning around the joint, networking - now I'm gonna just take my uni mate along and get smashed.
Not too smashed because I am still meeting said beautiful girl tomorrow night. I first saw her one night when we were closing the bar. She came in with one of our watresses - they had been out on the town together. I was mesmerized. I saw her a few times afterwards and gathered up the guts to smile and say hello one night. We exchanged hellos several times after until one night I was working and she asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend to deter some of the shady types that frequent our establishment. I did as best I could to gather words together that related to eachother meaningfully and could be strung together so as to speak. I get all the right signals - many many times before I managed to shake myself out of the Custard mentality. You know, 'Girls like that don't go for guys like us.' and we kissed. I couldn't really give her much time coz I had to work til 4 and get to a prac class at 9. I thought I'd blown it. She would come to the bar every now and then afterwards and give me a big smile and I'd just fall to pieces and have to put my head down and just work. Not that it did much good, I can't even concentrate when she enters the room. If she looks at me I'm a mess. So a couple of weeks ago I go out to a night that a workmate runs in another bar. It was his birthday and heaps of people came along, including this devine labotomy on legs - Together with the girl from work that has a big crush on me and that I have kissed once or twice. I didn't realize they were friends. Life is fucked. So as usual, I am rendered mental by her, with a helpful wallop of anxiety about the whole sich, so I proceed to get drunk and run around like a nut. Same night I nearly get into a fight with a deaf man. Months of sexual frustration and alcohol abuse come head to head. So I sobre up for a couple of weeks. On Friday night I am working and the 2 of them come in again. We're getting close to closing time and my workmate is falling down drunk and being supported by this girl that I've finally worked out I seriously have the lightening bolt for and must have, and she gets my attention and says she has to take the drunk one home, but she wants to see me soon. I manage to choke out 'ok' before I dash through to the kitchen and throw a fit. I haven't had this sort if electricity for 6 years. I didn't think I'd ever get over the last one. So she's in again on Sunday night. I finish work at 10 coz I have classes in the morning. I summon up all the courage I have and walk over to where she's chatting to one of the owners, rudely interrupt the conversation with not a single bit of regard for my employer, and ask her if she wants to come to the bar show on Wednesday. She says yes, I get her number to tee it up, explain I need to leave, and tell her I can't wait. The rest you've already heard. Now I just gotta break it off with the girl I just started dating. It seems like such a sordid tangled web. But I haven't led bar girl on, and i've only been out twice with the dating one (no sex), and everything is ultimately justified by the lightening bolt. I'm either gonna fly or fry.
Wish me luck. I willl hopefully have good news soon.
Still, it's better than the monster I was surely turning into after the steady stream of alcohol and drugs that I had somehow been maintaining since xmas. Sobriety all over tomorrow, however. A manager from work gave me free tickets to the Melbourne Bar Show. I was going to take a girl with me, who just happens to be he most gorgeous woman who has ever shown any interest in me for ever. For ever ever? For ever ever... But she msgs me today to change our plans for tomorrow because she has to go to the bar show today to see the afore mentioned manager. THE BASTARD HAS CUT MY LUNCH! He's set me up for a fall. I am seriously going to chew him out on Thursday night. I was gonna make like the industry playa with the bell o' the ball on my arm, swanning around the joint, networking - now I'm gonna just take my uni mate along and get smashed.
Not too smashed because I am still meeting said beautiful girl tomorrow night. I first saw her one night when we were closing the bar. She came in with one of our watresses - they had been out on the town together. I was mesmerized. I saw her a few times afterwards and gathered up the guts to smile and say hello one night. We exchanged hellos several times after until one night I was working and she asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend to deter some of the shady types that frequent our establishment. I did as best I could to gather words together that related to eachother meaningfully and could be strung together so as to speak. I get all the right signals - many many times before I managed to shake myself out of the Custard mentality. You know, 'Girls like that don't go for guys like us.' and we kissed. I couldn't really give her much time coz I had to work til 4 and get to a prac class at 9. I thought I'd blown it. She would come to the bar every now and then afterwards and give me a big smile and I'd just fall to pieces and have to put my head down and just work. Not that it did much good, I can't even concentrate when she enters the room. If she looks at me I'm a mess. So a couple of weeks ago I go out to a night that a workmate runs in another bar. It was his birthday and heaps of people came along, including this devine labotomy on legs - Together with the girl from work that has a big crush on me and that I have kissed once or twice. I didn't realize they were friends. Life is fucked. So as usual, I am rendered mental by her, with a helpful wallop of anxiety about the whole sich, so I proceed to get drunk and run around like a nut. Same night I nearly get into a fight with a deaf man. Months of sexual frustration and alcohol abuse come head to head. So I sobre up for a couple of weeks. On Friday night I am working and the 2 of them come in again. We're getting close to closing time and my workmate is falling down drunk and being supported by this girl that I've finally worked out I seriously have the lightening bolt for and must have, and she gets my attention and says she has to take the drunk one home, but she wants to see me soon. I manage to choke out 'ok' before I dash through to the kitchen and throw a fit. I haven't had this sort if electricity for 6 years. I didn't think I'd ever get over the last one. So she's in again on Sunday night. I finish work at 10 coz I have classes in the morning. I summon up all the courage I have and walk over to where she's chatting to one of the owners, rudely interrupt the conversation with not a single bit of regard for my employer, and ask her if she wants to come to the bar show on Wednesday. She says yes, I get her number to tee it up, explain I need to leave, and tell her I can't wait. The rest you've already heard. Now I just gotta break it off with the girl I just started dating. It seems like such a sordid tangled web. But I haven't led bar girl on, and i've only been out twice with the dating one (no sex), and everything is ultimately justified by the lightening bolt. I'm either gonna fly or fry.
Wish me luck. I willl hopefully have good news soon.
(Alas everyone around here seems to be getting couple-y at the moment so I will be terribly alone here in celibates-ville if you get too wound up in romance as well and begin to neglect the everlasting haunt of loners that is the internet!)