Week 7

   A tip for all the single guys out there: Don’t act so single and get so drunk. Let me just explain. Here’s the scene: A biker bar. And when I say biker bar I’m not referring to a crowded dive bar with Harley Davidsons parked out front with big, burly and leather-ed men decorated with tattoos and mustaches. That actually sounds kind of fun, perhaps I should add that to the list. NO, I mean a bike bar, a trendy Marin bar where you can park your bicycle out front and try some craft beers.  A Tuesday night, and the Olympics are playing on the TV in the corner, and the ceiling is covered with dollar bills folded up and stuck in with push pins.  I’m with my friend Emily and our tummies have just been filled up with margaritas and carne asada tacos. There is a small, yet rather boisterous crowd of those ‘opposite sexes’ over by the pool tables.  And then here one comes, stumbling over in our direction.

   I mean, shoot, I don’t want to give a guy a hard time for approaching a girl, which is not always easy to do. In fact, I need to practice starting up more conversations with random good looking guys and stop that bullshit of being coy, especially when I’m in a dress!(And I will have many opportunities this year) When  it comes to approaching an attractive male, I totally shy away and wait for him to come to me. I give props to men who confront us. But with that said, I don’t give props to guys that partake in far too much liquid courage.

   Here comes the example of a man overboard, so far overboard he needs to freakin’ grab the lifesaver and get pulled back on deck of the boat- just as long as its not in the same boat as me. He's getting closer, and pauses for a moment, grabbing a table for balance as he attempts to stabilize himself. He smiles at us, or more like in our general vicinity because he seems to have trouble focusing on anything really.

“Oh , Do I know you? I thought you were my friend Jessica for a second," he mumbles.

  I’m not sure if he was referring to me or Emily, probably because he was hoping for either, or? He tried, but, no thanks. No thanks, because as he sits right in the middle of us he almost spills his beer on me. No thanks, because I have this imaginary box around me, it’s called my personal space, and its just been violated. No thanks, because he smells like two-day old Tecate beer. He is the perfect example of how not to act, and what not to do when hitting on a lady in a dress. Or what not to do when hitting on any girl for that matter, dress or t-shirt and jeans. Umm, yep, that would be a big NO.

   Ten minutes later, here comes the opposite example, the example of what to do. Enter a good looking guy, probably in his early 40s. He’s dressed casual, doesn't sway back and forth as he walks and sits a couple of seats down from me at the bar. He orders a Guinness, good choice although I was very disappointed with the bartender’s method of pouring it for him. In fact, an Irish person would be appalled, but I’ll just let that one go. Anyways, he sips his beer and looks up at the TV screen. Sean White is now up for his turn to do his snowboard thing. We engage in casual Olympics banter, but he doesn't flirt. He just seems generally interested in talking about the Olympics. He's cute and has a nice eyes. This continues for another 30 minutes with this casual, relaxed conversation. What’s up, why no flirting? That’s making me start to like him, and he‘s beginning to appear more attractive. Then I look down at his hand, because I realize now at my age, I should be doing this. Mystery solved, there’s a ring on his finger. He finishes a second beer, wishes both me and Em a nice night and leaves. Again, to the single guys out there, don’t act so single or get so drunk. Thanks.

Post margaritas, but pre-biker bar visit..sporting one of  my many Anthropologie dresses

   Making up for last week's lack of dress action, I was a good girl and I went out twice this week. Accompanied by my long-lost, fantastic, beautiful, and loads of fun friend, Noelle, I explored multiple areas of the Bay Area. We started out with tacos in the Mission, followed by a healthy consumption of kombucha tea, then jetted downtown to a San Fran bar. After bulldozing some people off the dance floor, we then headed back to Oakland for some more nighttime festivities. Not only did I reconnect with one of my favorite friends, I also rediscovered another old pal, BART. I forgot how awesome and convenient he could be.

And yeah..another Anthropologie dress.. And I wonder where all my money goes?