A Guy Named Jerry
I'm sitting on a cushion now, sore from one hard night but I have to write you about it. You are going to love this one!
To start, this wasn't the night I had envisioned but it was so damn fun!
After I left my two sisters by the train station I was going to meet up with my friend Sue and maybe go to a girl bar. Susan texted 15 minutes before we were meeting up. She was too tired to go out. It was only 9PM! Moments like that make me feel so old. How quickly the carefree twenties go by, followed by the fleeting thirties and now the fast paced forties. Ugh.
Sue was once the main lady for all things lesbian. She threw the biggest, the best all night gay girl parties at the hippest venues in the city. And now she is in bed by 9:30. Hard to believe 20 years of friendship and parties have gone by. What a great ride it's been but I'm not done yet!
I usually don't mind going out on my own. I like having dinner at a nice restaurant, sitting at the bar minding my own business but still absorb the vibe and energy around me. Last night was different. I wanted company, conversation. I set out into the city with the thought of visiting a few places in my old stomping ground downtown.
The first place was under new ownership with a new name. The age range was at least half of mine. I'm sure I looked like someone's mom looking to give my kid a ride home. I did an awkward two step out the door hoping no one noticed the out of place 40something woman.
At the next stop the women looked about my age which was a relief but they also looked like they just got off the farm! What was up with that?! I really hate the old lesbian stereo type but in this instance it fit like a glove. I get embarrassed for my people. Needless to say, that place was a no as well.
The last place (I'm starting to feel like Goldilocks) was just the hotel bar where I was staying. I sat in the far corner, ordered a drink and enjoyed the bad theater playing out in front of me - men of all ages shamelessly trying to pick up girls. I can't even say they were women, they looked too young.
As I'm somewhat minding my own business this guy pulls out the high bar chair next to me and sits down shimming the chair closer to the bar. He smiles and nods "Hi" in my direction. I look over to my left thinking he is saying hello to someone next me, forgetting I am sitting in the last seat at the end of the bar.
We continue our silence. The bartender noticing my empty glass, asks if I would like another glass of chardonnay, at the same time my new silent friend next to me said "Put her drink on my tab." I guess that was the icebreaker.
We start to make observational comments about the men across the bar from us, picking up two women. Or maybe it was a 'business' transaction? The women were beautiful and perfectly dressed - in a whole other league than the two men buying them cocktails. I'm not saying it isn't possible for two equally pretty women to like two equally below average looking men. I just think it's highly unlikely.
My new barfriend is from Ireland. He is here for a wedding. He is nice, funny and average looking. Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, maybe 5' 9". After the 3 maybe 4 beers he had, he starts to tell me about his kids and his wife leaving him. We talked about 'his feelings' and how he wasn't emotionally there for her. Why- o- why do I attract the men that want to talk about their feelings??!
Anyway, the bar is empty now. The two below average men left with the above average women.
