- Me: Still want to hang out today?
- The Boy: Actually I think we should stop seeing each other. I really don't see this working out long term. I'm really sorry.
- Me: No worries, I was thinking the same thing. Kinda lame to say it via text message though.
- The Boy: Yeah I know, I wanted to tell you in person. But I'm really hungover again and I don't think I can make it to [your neighborhood] without throwing up.
I hadn’t planned to go to karaoke twice in one week, but plans fell through and I had already had a few beers, so why not? It was pretty eventful.
Things that happened to me at karaoke on Saturday:
- One man declared his love for me before stumbling out of the bar.
- Two men took photos of my tattoos.
- An old man asked if I was okay.
- A guy with a tattoo of Sid Vicious gave me slip of paper with his number and a note that said “Call me sometime. You’re fun.”
- The whole bar sang the background vocals for my performance of “Do You Wanna Touch” by Joan Jett.
I went to the bar I usually go to for karaoke to try out their Tuesday night karaoke scene. I had only ever been on a Friday or Saturday. Not as crowded, but I still only got to sing 3 songs.
Only thing to really remark upon about my night: A girl named Ember told me that if I show up at the bar she works at (in the same neighborhood) on Friday night that she’d buy my drinks. And she didn’t seem too put off when I said I’d convince the boy I’m seeing to go by telling him at least he didn’t have to pay for them.
As great as it was to be able to write about and share these stories, I may have to take a break. You see, I finally met a decent guy and it’s not as interesting to read stories about good dates. He’s really cute and called me gorgeous so it’s kinda worth it.
I’ll still post the ridiculous pick up lines and things guys say to me at bars, though.
Please feel free to submit your own stories!
I finally had a chance to visit my usual karaoke place on Friday. I got to sing a few songs, the host lumped me in the group of “good singers” which made me happy. Plenty of people were around, but no one got really into it. The only person to spend any time chatting with me was a dead-ringer for a David Spade look-alike, with a speech impediment and no comedic timing. Even all the bro-y softball team members were with ladies that night.
Saturday night, I ended up at a Chinese restaurant with a huge draw for karaoke to celebrate a friend’s birthday. I got to sing pretty quickly. I wasn’t half way through the song before the host scolded me. Apparently, I’m not supposed to add swear words to the songs I’m singing, even though the business men in suits with ties around their foreheads ate it up. Later, the oh so drunken birthday boy introduced me to his friends as “looking for a dick.” He doesn’t remember saying it, but remembers me slapping him.
What was that? A good date? I’m not sure I know what you mean…
Cute. Rides bikes. Stayed out later than he should have. Bought me drinks. Wants to buy me dinner this weekend.
I shouldn’t even be writing about this here, but hey - sometimes the internet results in a good date. So what if they actually know a bunch of your friends and you’ve been at the same parties before…
Once again, a lesson that is difficult to remember.
Or, as they said on How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing good happens after 2am.”
I finally had my first karaoke date! I hadn’t been sure if going out for karaoke was the best idea if I wanted to make a good impression, but he asked. Now I’m thinking I might need to take any guy I date out to karaoke. People’s song choices say a lot about them.
For example, I sang “Build Me Up Buttercup” by The Foundations. I changed the lyrics a bit towards the end, as I tend to do, to make it a bit more aggressive. I’ll let you decide what that means. By the end of the song I had a couple older men at the bar trying to get my attention and pull me away from my date, so it must have gone over well.
He sang “Baby Baby” by Amy Grant. In fact, he asked if I thought it would be too annoying if he only sang Amy Grant songs. To be honest, I didn’t even know who the hell she was until the song started.
Other red flags from our conversation:
- “If there was a food-like substance that I could eat once a day and be done with food, I’d love it.”
- “I feel like women tend to start collecting things for their ‘future home’ pretty early.”
- “Did you get the vegan pizza crust?…If there’s no eggs in it, what holds it together?”
- “Have you taken a Meyers-Briggs personality test? What was your result?”
- “We both were editors of our school newspaper and we both went to college to study graphic design; I feel like there’s a common thread there.”
- “I went to Catholic school until 9th grade. When I got to high school I could hardly get through it.”
That was two nights ago. I haven’t heard from him yet.
