My roommate, Duchess, and I have a pretty good set up here in Vancouver. We found an old house in an up and coming neighbourhood that we pay next to nothing for. She's really the queen of all things fashion, so the house looks amazing, but more importantly, the shoe budget looks even better. We also like to treat ourselves to ballin nights out just because we can. This is one of those nights.
I met Duchess downtown after work and we had a pretty great dinner while practising new pick up lines on the bartender (great target practise. Cute ones have heard them all, and they are normally not boys you want to get to know). After dinner we decided that the talent in the new bar was not to our tastes so we headed out to a great restaurant/bar here in town called the Salt Lick where we befriended a beautiful female bartender. At about 8pm our bartender decided we were cool enough to start having drinks on the house (pick up is about more than just meeting men remember). After a couple glasses of bubbly, I was getting ready to pack up and move on when an older gentleman sat down to have a glass of scotch while he was waiting for his table. I quickly struck up a conversation with him and discovered he was an engineer visiting from out of town. Duchess' eyes went from mildly interested to completely smitten (she has an engineer weakness) and we were quickly invited to their table for a drink.
After sitting down at their table we learned that they were all either married or engaged, and this was a night to entertain out of town clients. We do this all the time at work too: that's code for have a great time, the bill is on the company. After more wine, dessert, and coffee Duchess and I were out on the town again heading for a dance floor.
The only problem was that we had waited until about midnight to go out, so after passing three clubs to no avail, I started talking to a very fine gentleman (VFG) standing on the street corner about the status of the evening:
B: that is a very fine outfit you have there. How's your night going so far?
VFG: I waited in line for about 10 minutes with my friends then I ditched. I'm not a line kind of guy
B: us neither. You want to come with us on our journey to find the next party?
VFG: Sure
B: Lead the way.
We walked past a few places in Vancouver's trendiest district, Gastown until we came to a beautiful bar called Revel where we were quickly seated and given fantastic service. Myself and VFG really hit it off and about an hour in, Dutchess graciously bowed out like a perfect wing does. This left myself and VFG to get closer.
At about 1am the bar really started to fill. A group comprised of two older men and an older female strolled in and asked if they could use the other half of our table to rest against. By this time, VFG and I were sitting so close that it seemed silly to say no. Before we knew it, one of the older gentlemen (OG1) had engaged my now date in conversation and the other (OG2) was chatting to me. Somewhere in there we all did a business card swap, and while they were outside having a cigarette and VFG and I were getting closer, I felt my phone go off. I quickly checked the message. OG2 had sent me a text message that read:
OG2: hello this is the gentleman sitting across from you at Revel. I find you very attractive and was wondering if you would let me take you out to dinner sometime.
to which I responded via text message: You have a lot of nerve hitting on me in front of my date.
OG2: you said you met him tonight no? Also, I think you're attractive and if I pass the "cool text test" this week, you would you consider dinner yes?
I have to admit for the first time in a long time, I was shocked and did not know how to reply. My rule when that happens is that the best response is no response at all. Besides, VFG was so fine. At the end of the night we had made friends with the bar manager and the booze had once again become free. We had all had a little too much and I excused myself to go home. I realized then that I hadn't paid for anything since dinner. All in all a great night.
Just as a foot note: OG2 texted again and once VFG found out I would not be going home with him, he did not call.
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