This Oughta Be Good
Buckle up, kids. Tequila Red is ready to start dating again.
As most of you know, I've spent the past couple of years tangled up with someone who is a complete jackhole. I was smitten; he couldn't be bothered, and the less said about that, the better. During the Off parts of that on-again-off-again thing, I did sometimes date other people. Terrible first-slash-last dates, mostly, but there were a few dudes who lasted entire months. Even those were flimsy, unmemorable flings, though, for the most part, and usually sort of petered out unnoticed. Quick story: I was in a bar recently when I noticed this hott hipster boy staring at me. But as he left he gave me a really mean look, and that was when I realized I'd actually already dated him. For several months. Earlier that year. Cripes.
Aaaaanyway, my point is, I was in it but not to win it. After every date, I had some version of this conversation with my friends:
THEM: So, how did it go?
ME: I don't know. It was okay, I guess.
THEM: But do you like him?
ME: Eh. He's pretty cute.
THEM: Will you see him again, do you think?
ME: I don't know. Maybe. Hey, what's on TV tonight?
THEM: You are going to die alone.
The new theory I'm working from is this - if that dink Train Boyfriend can make me all tingly and weak-kneed and goosebumpity, surely someone else can. Right? I'm not looking for my baby daddy or anything, but it would be nice to have somebody to make out with in the back of a taxi or take to the Tiny on a Wednesday night. So maybe I'll dust off the ole Nerve profile and give it a whirl. Or maybe I'll spot someone worthwhile in the crowd at the Hidden Cameras show tonight and charm his pants off. Either way, I guess I'd better start shaving my legs again.
Hidden Cameras
Subterranean
2011 North Ave
10 PM
$10
"Boys of Melody"
As most of you know, I've spent the past couple of years tangled up with someone who is a complete jackhole. I was smitten; he couldn't be bothered, and the less said about that, the better. During the Off parts of that on-again-off-again thing, I did sometimes date other people. Terrible first-slash-last dates, mostly, but there were a few dudes who lasted entire months. Even those were flimsy, unmemorable flings, though, for the most part, and usually sort of petered out unnoticed. Quick story: I was in a bar recently when I noticed this hott hipster boy staring at me. But as he left he gave me a really mean look, and that was when I realized I'd actually already dated him. For several months. Earlier that year. Cripes.
Aaaaanyway, my point is, I was in it but not to win it. After every date, I had some version of this conversation with my friends:
THEM: So, how did it go?
ME: I don't know. It was okay, I guess.
THEM: But do you like him?
ME: Eh. He's pretty cute.
THEM: Will you see him again, do you think?
ME: I don't know. Maybe. Hey, what's on TV tonight?
THEM: You are going to die alone.
The new theory I'm working from is this - if that dink Train Boyfriend can make me all tingly and weak-kneed and goosebumpity, surely someone else can. Right? I'm not looking for my baby daddy or anything, but it would be nice to have somebody to make out with in the back of a taxi or take to the Tiny on a Wednesday night. So maybe I'll dust off the ole Nerve profile and give it a whirl. Or maybe I'll spot someone worthwhile in the crowd at the Hidden Cameras show tonight and charm his pants off. Either way, I guess I'd better start shaving my legs again.
Hidden Cameras
Subterranean
2011 North Ave
10 PM
$10
"Boys of Melody"
Tequila Red called it a day @ 12:54 AM
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