Bloody hell, there’s life in the old girl yet.
I pulled! Last night I pulled!
Well, maybe a slight exaggeration there. I could have pulled if I’d wanted to. But I chose not to.
But. But. Well. It’s been years since that happened to me. A complete stranger chatting me up.
Mind you, his chat up lines did leave a lot to be desired, but well hell, it shows I can still do it.
And I wasn’t even trying. Not even a little bit.
I went to the middle of nowhere yesterday, for a course today. It was touch and go whether I was going to go, as nobody made it into the office of where the course was held yesterday, but given the weather forecast they said it was definitely going to go ahead.
So off I went yesterday afternoon, in my hire car. The roads were clear of snow completely, the only time I drove over snow was in the carpark at the hotel where I was staying. I have been there before last summer, when I went on a course with ONB, and I remember we had a really good Indian meal in the town centre.
After dropping off my bags, and ringing my mom, I headed into town, to find the restaurant.
On walking in, there were 4 waiters hanging around, plus some bloke sat at the bar, looking like he was waiting for a takeaway with a beer in front of him.
I was taken to a table, and after several minutes of perusing the menu, I had decided upon a starter, but was having trouble choosing a main course. When the waiter came to take my order, I told him I couldn’t decide, and after asking me what sort of thing I liked, he said, “Leave it with me, I’ll get you something nice….”
I got my book out, and began reading, while nibbling on my poppadoms. Suddenly, the bloke who had been at the bar appeared in front of me, carrying his beer, and proceeded to sit at the table next to me.
I say sit. More like fell into the chair - he was, shall we say, a little inebriated.
He started chatting, and despite being very drunk, he was a really nice guy. Reminded me a little of Stoke Boy Timmy, but that’s probably more to do with his drunken state, and the way he was talking than anything else.
Why oh why don’t men ever come right out and ask if you are married? Why do they always have to couch it in a “What does your husband think?” sort of question?
He was trying to flirt, but he was so drunk it was just funny more than anything else. And there was only ever going to be one answer to his, “Are you going back to your hotel now? Can I come?”
He was probably right, I *would* have enjoyed it, but I just wasn’t up for it. In a way I am glad I was driving, because had I had a drink then the answer may have been different….
Anyway, I saw sense, and said goodbye.
But, well, hell. I really can’t remember the last time that happened. And I feel damn good about myself!