When that’s what she said, and the Patrón-buying credit card

Not so long ago, around the time I became aware that my lack of game was actually a lack of awareness—‘cause we all got game—I found myself at a club in downtown Indianapolis. I wasn’t looking for anything other than a drink and a dance and a good night, nothing other than the promise of what might be while drenched in low lighting and remnants of “In Da Club.”

My credit card was invincible. That’s why it started buying rounds of Patrón. And, even while basking in the glory of all my unawareness, I noticed the card was also buying shots for the bartender. About her …

She was smokin’ hot, and in a girl-next-door kinda way. She wasn’t your typical no-chance-in-hell-with-her-just-pretend-she-likes-you-and-leave-an-impressive-tip bartender. Trust me—trust most of us guys—we know the untouchable bartenders when we see them and she wasn’t one of them. And, she was genuinely friendly (to me, anyway) and went out of her way to find me whenever I made my way to the bar.

She was talking to me. She was actually drinking the shots my card was buying and, as those who know me well will tell you, I don’t miss a detail like that. At some point in the single digits of after midnight, she flirted that I had gotten her drunk. I was flattered, possibly feeling a bit empowered to continue the conversation. Then, she slipped me a look—you know the one I’m talking about and don’t pretend otherwise—and wrote on a bar napkin …

insert her name (‘cause I don’t remember)
insert her number (which I wouldn’t divulge even if I did remember)
meet me outside around 3

Let me share with you this little secret:

There’s a part of us guys, no matter how much we think we want to hear it, that is a little terrified the girl might say, “Yes.” We’re a little uneasy when that IS what she said. The question and the answer is rarely so literal and direct, but we know when it’s there.

Just like it was on that bar napkin.

Even if we found the courage to approach her from across a crowded room, even if we’re making out and our hands are not discouraged from freeing buttons, the repercussions of a positive answer linger. Especially when we’re not sure how our game got us in that position.

Game and a lack of awareness. Fellas, if you don’t know where you fall on that continuum, figure it out. Because when she says, “Yes,” she most likely means it.

And that’s a hard answer to get in the first place.

Or, am I wrong? You tell me.

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  1. Good to see you writing again, my friend.

    First. 😉

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