Last night I went to Manga for several bands. It was some one's birthday, and a lot of people were there. I parked it at the bar and was hit on by three dudes during the course of the evening.
One was named Tyson. He was cute, but not my type. It was kinda crowded at the bar, and he was standing behind where I was sitting and ordered two beers. He took one, passed the second to me, and then turned around a disappeared for several hours. He came back in later and sat by me, introduced himself, and the conversation didn't go much farther than that.
The second dude who hit on me I don't know what his name was. He was ginger, a vet(eran), and asked me if I in undergrad at SLU (I know I look young, but damn!) We had nice conversation, but I wasn't interested in him. He was really laying it on thick and I knew he wanted my number, but never asked and that was fine.
The third dude who hit on me, I was not interested in, either. He asked me for my number, and I told him that I wouldn't call him back. I ended up giving him my number and I made good on my promise to not call him back when texted me this afternoon.
Okay, so the reason I came here to type this post was because in my conversation with second dude, he observed, "Wow. There are a lot of really good looking women here tonight."
I replied, "Yeah! The Chill Dawgs are playing later! And when they do, all those really good looking women are going to be down in the front dancing!"
And when the Chill Dawgs played, all those really good looking women (myself included!) were down in the front dancing! I spoke to Biff about this later and he laughed, low-fived me, and said that he was admiring the view from center stage!
Their set was def tight and the best I've seen them perform. No one was too shithammered. I like watching Matt play his bass. I texted him before I went to sleep, "good show good show! I like watching you play your bass. Have a good night!"
His reply? "Aw shucks, thanks. Sleep Tight."
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