“How Can I NOT Date You” Game-The Unlimited Edition
I think that I have a problem. That’s always a good way to start, admitting right? I think I have a problem because lately I have been catching myself playing the “How Can I NOT Date You” game. I’m usually playing the “I’d like to be your girlfriend because…” game. I don’t know what has changed and I sure don’t feel any different, but let me give you a prime example of what I mean.
So the other night Miss Communication, FES and I went to a little bar, which by the way was a really laid back, chill kind of place. The place was called Lucy’s in Toluca Lake. I highly recommend. Anyways, back to me. Miss Communication and I instantly heard the live music when we walked in from the back and my eyes magically (after I went to the bar and got a drink of course) became glued to the guy sitting on the stool, strumming his guitar and singing with his amazing John Mayer-ish voice. Now, to be clear I was not staring because he was hot or anything, but just on musical talent alone. After a couple songs THEN I decided to try and figure out if he was cute or not! A little delayed I know, but I was appreciating the talent first. What girl doesn’t want a guy that can pull out the ol guitar and sing a song he wrote about her while they sit on the beach at night and listen to the waves. What?! Like it doesn’t happen! So, I think I can sacrifice a little bit of the hotness factor.
I looked at the guy from across the bar trying to decide if I was attracted to him OR the music, but kept getting sucked into the music. Damn that music! I finally turn to Miss Communication, who was just as glued to the music man in front of us, and told her that after some observation I think he has to be only 22, 23….maybe 25 tops. She takes a few minutes and says that she thinks he is her age at least. There is no way I said. He looks like a kid. Oh wait, so does Miss Communication. Hmmmm.
Ok, so after his set we decided to go and tell him how much we enjoyed his music. And by “we” I mean I asked Miss Communication to come with me, but to go first and do all the talking. While “we” told him how much we liked everything and where to see him again, I decided that maybe up close I wasn’t too sure about this guy, but I couldn’t really tell you why. Was it the fact that he looked young (is that really a bad thing). Or was he not that good looking (maybe the low lighting wasn’t that flattering for him). Maybe he seemed socially awkward (do I expect him to excel in everything)?! I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. After I gave him my email (ok, he must be gay) to let us know where he was going to play next I glanced into his bag and saw the deal breakers. There was a pack of cigarettes. Sorry, but smokers just aren’t my thing when I’m thinking long term…this relationship will never work.
When we walked away I let Miss Communication know of my latest discovery and that’s why I cannot date him. I believe she rolled her eyes (she was walking in front of me, so I really don’t know, but I don’t doubt it) and we went outside. We enjoyed some drinks and conversation with some friends outside and then later headed back in to watch another guy perform. This guy was WOW! He sounded like John Legend and was amazing. Though he did not play covers, which made the sad lip come out, but everyone has their rules I guess.
As we were all watching in awe of the new performer I glanced around the bar and had noticed that smoky lounge boy had made his way back in. I took note of him. Why? I’m not sure…Maybe the beers were kicking in. A little later Miss Communication came inside from a “fresh air” break and had seen smoky lounge boy outside. She told me that he was out there alone. I quickly relayed to her that I noticed him chat it up at the bar with this very unattractive women for a long time. I’m not too sure where I was going with that fact. Is it a bad thing or a good thing? On one hand it’s good because…well, simply put and not to be mean, but compared to her I would have at least looked like a 9…9 and a half to him and he obviously isn’t one of those douchebags that can only talk to blondes with big fake boobs. On the other hand since he talks to these not very attractive women…would that make me one of them??? Or maybe he just talks to anything with two legs and boobs. Then again, maybe he’s just talking to her, just conversation…in a bar…a smoky lounge bar…with live slow acoustic music…at one AM…yeah he’s gay!
Even after that fact that I stated, I think Miss Communication had totally thought I was off my rocker. Until, I reached the final straw with this guy. Not once, let me repeat this…Not once did he stop from his chit chatting with Ms. Barfly Betty to listen to his fellow musician. Ewwww. Rude much! Aaaaand I’m over it. Or maybe I was over it before it even began.
So, am I being picky lately or just know what I want? But is what I want having my cake and eating it too? Which btw, I agree with Miss Communication when she says, “What’s the point of having cake, if you can’t eat it?!”
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