I spent my second day in a row at the pool hall. Big surprise huh? My game has been going back and forth lately - on fire one minute and terrible the next. Sounds like my mood too now that I think about it. I do fine until I get free time to think, then I get sad. Answer: Keep busy and drink whenever possible.
Only one thing worthy of telling happened in the two days. We saw a girl there both nights that my friend Andrew thought was cute... yeah ok I did too, but that doesn't matter for this story. He was trying to come up with a plan to talk to her, but decided instead to just have one of us hand her his number after he was outside in his car ready to go. Well we thought that was a pretty damn un-smooth thing to do for a rockabilly cat like Andrew - so my friend Aaron and I altered the plan a bit and wrote a note saying:
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(from the tall guy on the table next to you that was too shy to do it his own damn self)
We gave it to her and he asked what it was all about, we told him about it and he was a little mad but grateful too. Anyway, the girl headed out about 15 minutes later and the guy that worked there came up to us half laughing, apparently when she took the balls back up to the front, he asked about the note (he saw us writing it) and she said something along the lines of, "He gave me his number, I'm not sure what to do... should I tell him I'm gay now or call him later to tell him or what?"
I don't need to finish the story, it basically finishes itself right there. Needless to say he was a little mad but it was good for a laugh since it's not the first time it's happened to him. The last time it was at a Big Lots. Hah.
Only one thing worthy of telling happened in the two days. We saw a girl there both nights that my friend Andrew thought was cute... yeah ok I did too, but that doesn't matter for this story. He was trying to come up with a plan to talk to her, but decided instead to just have one of us hand her his number after he was outside in his car ready to go. Well we thought that was a pretty damn un-smooth thing to do for a rockabilly cat like Andrew - so my friend Aaron and I altered the plan a bit and wrote a note saying:
###-####
(from the tall guy on the table next to you that was too shy to do it his own damn self)
We gave it to her and he asked what it was all about, we told him about it and he was a little mad but grateful too. Anyway, the girl headed out about 15 minutes later and the guy that worked there came up to us half laughing, apparently when she took the balls back up to the front, he asked about the note (he saw us writing it) and she said something along the lines of, "He gave me his number, I'm not sure what to do... should I tell him I'm gay now or call him later to tell him or what?"
I don't need to finish the story, it basically finishes itself right there. Needless to say he was a little mad but it was good for a laugh since it's not the first time it's happened to him. The last time it was at a Big Lots. Hah.
And, thank you so much for your wonderful words on my journal, you are very very sweet and totally made my day. Thank you!