Strange Days

Big Jim Slade has been in the city the past two days, so obviously I've been drinking. We went out last night to a restaurant and were waiting to be seated. There was a cute girl having dinner with a guy and another girl. I said, "Hello."

She said, "Hello."

Not really all that interesting, but she looked like she needed some conversation, so I started talking to her (the other two at the table were talking to each other). Eventually, we were seated. But damn if I've not tired of those little conversations that I always have never amounting to anything, so I went back to where her table was, said, "I'm really sorry but I won't be able to live with myself if I don't do this," and I gave her my number.

Her friend then proceeded to grill me on pretty much everything possible, including age.

So it would seem, that episode was over.

I may end up buying a condo soon, so I'll have no money in the near future, so I ended up paying for dinner for the group I was with. I was given back the wrong credit card (though I didn't realize it at the time -- I've since cancelled it). Somehow I ended up about as far from my house as possible, in the middle of nowhere, with not a cab in sight. But I digress, because eventually I made it home.

I woke up this morning and had a message on my phone from the cute girl. I ended up driving her around the city, but apparently she has no desire to date. Perhaps that was just a line to get me, the old guy, to leave her alone, but then, why would she have used my number in the first place?

It's a conundrum, but life does go on