SO, I LIED.

I'm a little bit thirsty.

Hey, I'm a woman keeping her eyes out and when I see a nice tall glass of water—FUCK, I suddenly realize how dehydrated I am. I'm pretty parched yo.

Last night I encountered the future love of my life. I'm kidding, he's a bartender and he has no idea I'm alive. Plus, I have a hard rule to keep bartenders off-limits, they're bad news bears status. They interact with thirsty-ass women on a nightly basis, I can't be having that. I'm by no means the jealous type, but hah… Hard rule, no bartenders. (Ok fine, this one would've been an exception to the rule.)

Anyways, I spoke to him three given times last night:

To ask what the drink in the fancy glass server was. I then proceeded to order it, whatever the fuck it was, because he was serving it up. It could've been horse urine and I would've accepted, paid and tipped him for it.
To ask him his name and to introduce myself and my girl.
To ask him if I bought him a shot if he would take it with us. He gave me a smile and told me he couldn't, he wasn't drinking that night.

I stayed at the bar counter the entire time I was at this place. I was weak for his teal paid shirt, his ability to stay on-beat to every song the DJ played and his cleeeeeaaaan ass haircut. Ohh and his tall stature and good-looking face are obvious givens, but I feel the need to include that. And I told you, I'm a fucking sucker for a good/fresh haircut on men. His side part with the comb-over? I would have his babies… or at least practice trying to make them, over and over (and over).

If you know me personally, this is plenty of interaction for me. This is me being assertive. I basically gave him the door to walk though. I stayed in range, I had a clear view of him the entire time and vice versa, I initiated conversation AND I tried to buy his ass a drink.

Please give me five thousand points and some hi-fives.

I know enough to leave some bait on the hook and see if they bite. Unfortunately this one didn't bite. It was a fishing failure, but thats ok… cause at least I tried last night, which is more I can say for other nights I go out. I'm tired of being approached by men I have absolutely no interest in. Its about time I start to make things happen for myself.

Wish me luck.