A night on the town

Well, I was walking over to the Have A Nice Day Cafe last night and while standing innocently (in a Need Head T-Shirt) at a street corner, a couple of cute girls in a car stopped at the light there offered me a ride. So, I took it. They drove me down to the Club, and we exchanged numbers and as I was getting out they invited me to join them at home (one of them was only 20 and could not join me) if it wasn’t enough fun. Oh, and we worked out that I knew one of them from Rocky, though she didn’t remember me.

So I went to the club and it was still early so it was a little empty. I tried sitting down next to an attractive young woman, but she insisted that the seat was taken (I learned that she had been turning away guys all night, and I watched her continue to for another hour or more. I never saw someone show up that she let sit down there.) Instead I went over and stood by myself but next to a cute young man also by himself. He started chatting with me. When I first looked at him I thought he must be gay, or at least confused. Then he told me he was a flight attendant and that he’d never had a serious relationship with a woman and that I was the coolest person he’d met since moving to Phoenix from Cleveland. He insisted he wasn’t gay.

A little later, I determined that Have A Nice Day Cafe was not entertaining me, and I gave those girls a call and invited myself over. As I walked up the road to their condo, I spoke the entire time to Sara; she had called me just as I got off the phone at the club and we spoke right up until I knocked on the door. I love her so much. I wish she could be more than the voice I hear between doing other things. I wish she could be more than another love that I’ve lost. Anyway, I got there and one of them was about to go to Rocky, so I went along.

As always, everyone was glad to see me. As always, nothing changes there, so it was really as though I’d never left. Except I knew I was the creepy old guy, so I pretty much stuck to chatting with all the people I already know. And selling them Need Head T-Shirts. And a little of selling the shirts to strangers, of course. I want them to do well. I managed to not be the creepy old guy (there was actually a cute little group of 15 year olds who (probably because the guys their age were so inept) seemed to think that I was the most charming guy there even though I was basically just trying to brush them off the whole time) and after years of trying seem to have convinced Jen that I’m interested in her.

I still don’t plan on going “back” to Rocky. It can be fun, and it’s nice to see so many people I have known for so long. Still, most of those people start to get to me after more than a few hours, so going to Rocky once every few months seems like the way to do it.