There I am working a promo at a dive bar in Santa Monica and I am truly not trying to get any pull for the night. My mind is a million and one places and I could careless about finding a decent guy. Tonight it is all about the paycheck. Then this gorgeous (and by gorgeous I mean my taste and standards. He’s eccentric and full of personality) guy walks in the bar. He tips his fedora and jumps behind the bar. Go figure a bartender.
We lock eyes for a second and I’m not sure if I imagined it, or if it did indeed happen. I definitely have been lacking confidence and am sure I did not give him the come fuck me look. As luck would have it he strolls over and starts up a generic conversation. His name is Jake, he lives in Santa Monica, blah blah blah I can’t stop looking at his eyes. As he walks away Lora, the girl I’m working with, comments on how into me he was. “Oh yeh. How so?” I retort. “Because he didn’t even ask me what my name was”. Holy shit she was right!
I immediately start doing a victory dance. When he comes by again and offers to show me around LA because I am new to the area I am beaming. This is happening I have successfully scoped out the hottest guy and he approached me. Nice! He asks for my number, which I then scribble out on a napkin, kisses my hand and it’s in motion. “I will text you tomorrow”, Jake says with a smile. Perfect.
Tomorrow comes and folds into tomorrow night. I get plenty of texts but not a one from my sexy bartender. Shit. The next day is Valentines Day and I would not prospect him to be so forward. As I suspected ..nothing… The 15th, 16th, 17th nothing!
Here is why I am pissed. I did not just give him my number. He asked for it! There were no forward expectations being thrown his way by me. Why bother with the false pretense and promises? And I was there, and yes, he was into me!
I’m retelling this dilemma to a friend contemplating going to the bar just for a drink. (I know desperate you don’t need to judge). When my friend was like, Oh yea this is LA babe. Get used to it. Unlike the ridiculousness of every other city where it’s three days it’s more like a week and a half if you are lucky. Seriously? Who the hell has time for that? Sadly, I have now heard this multiple times. Feeling cynical I now believe that he in fact will not call, and would like to come to grips with that instead of staring at my phone for a week and a half!