Sometimes you just gotta let it all go and have some fun. Take last night, for instance.
After dinner and some beers, I headed over to Goldilocks and purchased a large size birthday cake. Yep, I had a party to tend to. Aine, my fav at Wet Spot, was celebrating 40 years of life here on planet Earth. So, I arrived at the bar, cake in hand.
Of course, I told her to order whatever she wanted for her birthday meal.
Naturally, her co-workers shared in the bounty.
Lots of beers for me and lady drinks for Aine and our waitress. It was a good time. I was thinking about how I hadn’t really been fair to Aine. She had clearly been interested in me, but I never took the bait. It’s not her age; I find her very attractive. Her English is good, and we have some witty conversations. I think it is just that after working in the bar scene, as long as she has, you can become jaded. I had also heard second-hand stories from her ex, which gave me cause to be wary and stay away. But maybe I had been too quick to judge. And it is not like gals are knocking down my door and lining up to be my girlfriend. Well, except for the ones I pay. So, I started thinking that maybe I should agree to see her outside of the bar like she had asked me to do several weeks ago.
As I’m entertaining those thoughts, Aine leaned close to me and whispered, “John, there’s something I need to tell you.” Alright, let’s hear it; maybe she’s thinking like me. “I’ve met someone, and he is going to take me out of the bar.” Okay, good for you. Good luck; I hope it works out for you both. No, I didn’t let it kill my buzz, and I wasn’t upset. That’s how it works, and that is what most bar girls dream about.
I partied on until my standard departure time of 8:30 arrived, and then I called it a night. This morning Aine messaged me and thanked me again for the wonderful party. She said she hoped we could still be friends. Of course, I told her.
So, the bar tab for my drinks and the lady drinks came to 3000 pesos. The food was 1800 pesos. The cake was 600 pesos. All in for just a little over a hundred bucks. That’s how you can afford to live large and party hard here.
Bring on the next adventure!
That was a nice, tasteful-looking cake. And chocolate definitely appeals to my inner chocoholic. Aine looks quite good for 40 (I assume those are her real boobs this time), but petite Asian women usually age well, at least up to a point. Anyway, here’s to her future! As for you, there’s still plenty of walking, darts, drinking, paid-for happy endings, and song lyrics to tie the narrative together in your future.
“there’s still plenty of walking, darts, drinking, paid-for happy endings, and song lyrics to tie the narrative together in your future.”
Not exactly living the dream I imagined, but yeah, it could be worse. I’ll just keep on keeping on and see what happens next.
I’d seen that cartoon you’d linked before and remember thinking that’s especially true for Korean women–like tripping a trigger between sexy and ajumma.
Pingback: One more time | Long Time Gone