Remember Paige and Reese?
Well, Reese called out of the blue the other night and asked if I wanted to go to DIVAS. I hadn’t been to DIVAS in forever, mainly because the party had become kind of a joke. When I first started going there, it was a packed event with new guys to meet every time, but lately it was the same few women and a handful of men who were either old, gay or just weird. For me, this made paying the $20 cover a little silly (especially in this economy).
“C’mon, I’ll pay for you” Reese begged after I explained to her why I didn’t wasn’t interested.
“You don’t have to do that,”
“Look, I don’t ever have a babysitter on a Saturday night, but tonight I do and I want to go out! You’d be doing me a favor by going with me”
I let out a deep sigh.
“Great, I’ll pick you up at ten!” she said, hanging up the phone.
A few hours later, we walked into DIVAS and I immediately gave Reese a look. It was so dead in there that I think I actually heard crickets chirping. It was nice to catch up with Reese, but as far as I was concerned, we could have talked over drinks for free at hundreds of other bars in the city. I did my best not to pout though, because as a single mom, Reese didn’t get out much. Even though this night seemed to be a bust, we could make the best of it.
I ordered a round of martinis for the two of us and when I pulled out my wallet to pay for them, the bartender told me that it had been taken care of my a man at the end of the bar.
I looked over and the man waved casually, he looked slightly familiar. I smiled and waved him over.
“Hi, I’m Andrew.”
“I’m Celeste and this is my friend Reese, thanks for the drinks.”
“No problem, cheers,” he said flatly, raising his glass.
There was an awkward silence.
Reese slid off of her bar stool, “I’ll be back… I’m going to go say ‘hi’ to some people.”
Andrew leaned on the bar in front of me, “do you remember me?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I feel like I know you, but I can’t place you….”
“We met here, damn, probably a year ago?”
“Yes, really” he said, mockingly “its cool that you don’t remember me though…” he sniffled and wiped away a fake tear.
I spent the rest of the night calculating my interest in Andrew. He was very sweet, but sometimes said things that were a bit sarcastic, making me feel silly. When he followed me to the dance floor I quickly realized that he couldn’t dance. Also, he wasn’t really my type; he was tall, which I liked, but he was kinda pudgy. I’d never dated a PSPrince before, but I figured I’d give him a chance.
When he asked for my number, I gave it to him and when he called Sunday night to see if I wanted to meet up this week, I said yes.
I think I’m seeing him tomorrow night, I’ll keep you posted!