still....hung....over.... (my first bar pickup)

Saturday was a blast. Lots of drinks, good music, great friends. Saturday was a day of firsts. Eduardo emailed me twice on Saturday and I did not email him back. WTF?!?! you say? Yes, my heart needs to heal and that will never happen unless I make a clean break. He may not be sure of what he wants, but I know what I want. And as much as I would love to do the 'friend' thing, because he truly is a great guy, I need to hold off for now. I need to have some fun, heal and let Eduardo do his own thing. I think I need to go back to the days of Eduardo #1 and just enjoy myself and not worry about anything else.

And along those lines, the girlfriend who organized Saturday's celebration, was teaching me the fine art of scoping out guys in bars. Being Mrs.Paperweight for so many many years, I never "picked up" a guy in a bar before. The Paperweight and I were a blind date set up by mutual friends. The Eduardos since have all been via online dating. So I've never tried to strike up a conversation with a guy in a bar/club, ask for his number and/or give him mine. Well, with a little helpful push from my friends and a little embarrassment, I got my first chance. Of course, I had to wait until they scoped out all of the guys in the place for a few hours until they decided which one was hit-on-worthy. Majority vote kept coming back to two guys at the table on our right. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were both attractive. Thing 1 with a goatee and closely cropped dark hair. Thing 2 was clean shaven with longer lighter hair. My friends had their eyes on Thing 2...who looked a good 5 years younger then me; which I said, my girlfriend disputed and the debate actually became the way she used to get my foot in the door. She bet me a beer that he was at least as old as I was, if he was younger, I had to buy her beer.

Over to their table she dragged me, told them of our debate and insisted Thing 2 show me his ID; which he did (for the record, he was actually a year older then me so I lost the bet). Introductions were made, small talk ensued and we told them if they would like to join us, they could. I returned to my party at the bar slightly embarrassed, but a little more confident. At least I didn't make an ass out of myself. A few minutes later, Thing 1 came to the bar for another beer (wink wink, nudge nudge) and ended up standing beside me. He started up a conversation as he waited to be served, bought me a beer while he was at it, and ended up going back to grab Thing 2 so that they could join my party.

Now as you know, my friends are wonderful and have given me a lot of great advice. However, it's a good thing they liked Thing 2 so much because they spent much of the night together bullshitting while Thing 1 and I had our own thing going. Nice connection; it was very comfortable and most enjoyable. Thing 1 was a great conversationalist, intelligent, and witty. He gave me one of his business card and his cell phone number and I did the same. Will anything come of it? ::shrug:: I know I enjoyed myself this weekend. And that's all that matters.