11/12/13

Recently, one of my friends, whom I don't get the opportunity to see very often, pointed out that the vast majority of my stories end up starting with "So I met this guys the other night when I was at (name of bar here)...." Of course, usually I forget which guy I may have mentioned which time during which situation and, of course, the more alcohol I consume during the evening, the more my stories end up blending together. Often has the thought of jotting down my exploits crossed my mind just as kind of a reference tool since Jameson Irish Whiskey usually wipes my internal human hard drive clean within a few days.

So I figured today was just as good of a day as any to finally start blogging.

I don't know for sure where this blog is going to take me, or even if my lazy ass can tear myself away from watching Netflix instant watch long enough to update, but we will see how this goes. Just to get in to the flow of things, I'm going pull something totally uneventful from a few months ago.

So I met this guy at karaoke night. He usually hangs out with my friend Hilary. I know I tried to ask about him several times but didn't want to actually go up to her and ask about him because it was just easier to try and send her a facebook message from two tables away. Of course I would never get a response for a day or two later and she would have no idea who I was referring to. I have asked her about some of the hot guys she hangs out with before, but she usually tells me they are all gay.

Come to think of it, I think that has become her go to response any time I want to hit on one of her guy friends.

hmm

Anyway, one night I gathered up the courage (i.e. drank enough) to finally start talking to him. Apparently we had spoken before. I was drunk whenever that time was, too. Whatever. I kind of played it off and we had a great conversation about...something. I can't remember what. Hell, I can't even remember his name at this point. Can't say if we made out or not. I think I gave him my number, but if I saved his, I have no idea which one it is.

That usually ends up being a regular night. There was a guy I spoke to, maybe a few of them. Most of them I meet for the first time multiple times. If I can't remember their name or face, they are new to me.  My go to line when that happens tends to be "Have I mentioned I like to drink?" Maybe I gave them my number. Maybe I made out with them once while I was in blackout mode. Maybe I hit one in the balls and threatened to stab him.

Oh geez, this is just sounding like a possible lawsuit.

What I am trying to say is that this might end up being a pretty cool blog. On the other hand, it might be the reason I am in court one day. I guess we will find out soon enough.