Last Friday, I was at the Bier Markt with a friend I haven't seen since third grade (so fun!! and I also ran into my blogging buddy Alexa) when I witnessed what could quite possibly be the strangest attempt to pick up a woman I have ever seen.
A guy did a cartwheel.
That's right.
A guy did a cartwheel. In the middle of the bar.
It was one of those moments that seemed to go so fast it was a blur, while at the same time seemed to be happening in slow motion.
And why, you ask, did he do that? (Besides the Christmas Ale, of course.) To impress a girl.
(In case you're wondering, it didn't work.)
The rest of the nite sort of paled in comparison, though I did meet The Teachalian, a guy my sister Jenna suggested I should meet.
(Sorry, readers... I am completely stuck on a name for this guy since I don't know him well enough to be creative beyond what he does for a living. He is a teacher by trade, but I already have The Teacher that I've written about, so that name is out. And he's super Italian, but I've already used The Italian Stallion too. So I made up my own word. Teacher + Italian = Teachalian.)
Anyhow, The Teachalian was cute (though perhaps maybe a tad too manicured for my liking... OMG, I never thought I would say that) and seemed to have a good sense of humor. We hung out for a little while but, to be honest, I was a little more preoccupied with catching up with my 3rd grade BFF than macking on some new guy.
He did text on Saturday nite to see if I maybe wanted to meet out with him (I declined, as I was already tipsy on Prosecco at my friends' house) and just texted again tonite to see if I wanted to maybe grab a drink this week.
And while I hate that he is texting so much (I will nip this in the bud, to be sure), I do sort of like that he is pursuing me. (The Teacher and The Italian Stallion could take a few pointers.)
Who knows? Maybe we'll meet and fall in love over a cannoli while reading first grade text books.
Hey, stranger things have happened. Like guys doing cartwheels in bars.
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7 comments:
can i have some of your scraps/left overs? thanks : )
A lot of fish in the fryer, eh?
Eggs in the basket?
Whatever. I'm terrible at remember phrases. :)
You hadn't seen your friend since THIRD GRADE!? That is crazy stuff. Also, I love teachers. So, go you.
Um... i thought you weren't supposed to use you and your fam's real names?
italian sausage is the best.
Alexa - yes. But they're probably scraps for a reason. Better yet, you should just come out with me some time and window shop for yourself. :)
Ashley - lots of fish but no real "catch" yet.
Anonymous - I'm not? I thought I had used first names before. But, point taken. I'll just use generic familial names now.
Anonymous - LOL.
You totally forgot to mention the guy who just came up and ate the two-hour-old fries, and then walked away when he was down chowin' down!
It was a really fun night!!!
Guys doing cartwheels? Sure he was trying to impress a girl? Isn't Stars on Ice in town this week?
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