Hail Caesar!

So I went out cocktailing on Friday night with my Chatty Male Girlfriend (CMG) - everyone wants a cool nickname … who knew it was so catchy.

So we decided to go to the new trendy – read expensive – bar in town. We were only going to stay for one 12 dollar cocktail each but not long after we sat down I noticed that "Caesar" was sitting in the corner. Caesar was with a group of friends a Roman Soldier, Cleopatra, a Cat nad some other less than inventive people with out costumes. Caesars costume was perfect right down to the sandles and the crown of gold leaves. I was in a Betty Page wig and felt flirty. CMG agreed with my assessment of Caesar and encouraged me to "hit that."

There are things in the realm of dating that I think I am good at. I can catch a man’s eye look awas and look back so he knows I think he is cute. I can time a trip to the bathroom just right so I am walking towards it as he is walking away so we can say hello and I can come up with a witty comment to start a conversation. What I am no good a closing the deal. Unlike my gay friends I just don’t know how to eloquently say let’s get out of here, or do you want my number?

So for about an hour, and an extra 12 dollar cocktail I did my best flirt. I caught his eye repeatedly. I made the perfect move toward the bathroom and we exchanged hellos, I even had a brief but cute chat about his costume with him. But no closer. He and his friends left the bar and didn’t even get a number. CMG was very disappointed, but really I wasn’t out to pick up so it was okay.

After Caesar left the bulding CMG and I wisely left the expensive bar and hit the pub for some more “cock”tails and pizza to sop up some of the martinis we just consumed. At the end of the night we almost hit a third bar for fun, but as we walked up to the door a very young ( i.e. under 20) androgynous person came out of the bar with a skateboard in hand and bad pop came out of the bar. We looked at each other and said Maybe Not. So I hailed a cab and smartly went home to sleep in my own bed without shame or regret.