I went out of my home base and this one found me at a bar downtown. Once again, I was not actively pursuing anything but my drink. He things I'm cute, he's not bad looking. I take his number.
I call him about a week later.
That's about it so far. Some awkward conversation, eventually a fluid one where he's telling me he thinks he could like me but he needs to see how we mesh first. I was vague, told him that if we did, we did and if we didn't, oh well. I think he was thrown by the fact that I did not immediately try to sell my best points to him: Y'know, I'm loyal, like long walks in the park, I'm house-trained, ..., etc.
So last Thursday, the C-I-T's decided to hold a meeting at headquarters. I'm getting ready when my phone rings. It's him.
What am I doing? Getting ready to go out.
Where? Zinc.
Oh, it's your birthday? Well, happy birthday dude! What are you doing to celebrate?
Oh, you're friends aren't taking you out? Well, you should pass through and visit me at Zinc. Oh, you don't feel like going out tonight? Oh well (sucks to be you). What are you feeling?
At this point, Mr. Man suggested I ditch my friends and come over to his house to help him celebrate. In hindsight, I should have done just that, and showed up with 50 0f my closest friends, and countless other idle strangers from the street, who came with the promise of free unlimited alcohol. But, Karma would come back and bite me in the ass. Plus, I was more interested in not being any later for the meeting than imparting a clue on this fool.
Pause
"I'm so terribly sorry, but I just can't make it."
"You just can't make it?"
"No, I can't."
"You're not coming?"
"No, I'm not. I already told you, I have plans.
Pause.
"Okay."
"All right, bye." I said as I simultaneously left the call and my apartment.
I haven't heard from him since.
Consider that this phone call occurred after 9 pm. True, not officially booty call hour, but I'm in New Mexico, where everything starts and ends earlier. Plus, it was an open invitation to lead to a booty call. I also got the feeling that I was not the first person he called that night... let's see, it's your birthday, you've already ditched your friends early (had to be early because if it were my friends and I canceled on them the afternoon/evening of my birthday after we had already made plans, they would show up at my house to give me hell/drunken me.). So he knows from about, what, noon, that he was going to be alone... let's give him the benefit of the doubt, say that he had a shitty afternoon, and at 5pm, decided to hell with it. That's still a 4 hour delay in the requesting of my company. Hmmm... Ponder that.
Back to the friends scene.... None of his friends wanted to help him celebrate his birthday, even if only with a 6 pack and a cupcake? Hmm... Ponder that too.
Signs are saying to drop him and lose him number... all in favour? Aye!
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1 1/2 oz Absolut® Citron vodka
1 1/2 oz Tanqueray® gin
1 1/2 oz DeKuyper® Raspberry Pucker schnapps
1 1/2 oz triple sec
1 1/2 oz sweet and sour mix
1 1/2 oz orange juice
1 1/2 oz rum
1 1/2 oz Tanqueray® gin
1 1/2 oz DeKuyper® Raspberry Pucker schnapps
1 1/2 oz triple sec
1 1/2 oz sweet and sour mix
1 1/2 oz orange juice
1 1/2 oz rum
Add all ingredients to a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well, strain into a highball glass, and serve.
