And you did this because …

Friday night I went to a club to go dancing as our current batch of interns had their last day. We arrived early and we were able to grab a table for our group which was great for the non dancers. I, however, enjoy dancing and it has been weeks since I have had a good night of dancing so I hit the dance floor pretty early. Me and a few of the girls danced for about 30 minutes to house music leaving the rest of the gang to hold down the table.

When I returned to the table someone new had joined our table. As I approached I had to do a double take because I just couldn’t believe my eyes. “Is that …?” I said as I leaned over GB. “yep, that would be the bartender” he replied. “I think I need another beer” “It’s probably best.”

So I went to the bar and got myself another drink and wondered how I should play this. I couldn’t really start flipping tables and freaking out, that would just be weird. I could ignore him for a bit but at some point I would have to acknowledge his existence or I would seem very strange. I continued to play out scenarios in my head as I went back to the table.

I opted to ignore him and just talk to everyone else for a while until he saw and exclaimed “TSG! Hi I didn’t know you were here. How are you?” I was a bit shocked but decided that calling him out at a large table when he was really drunk, and I was somewhat drunk wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Instead, we hit the dance floor. After about twenty minutes it was just he and I on the dance floor (from my friends I mean) and we danced for about an hour. Then he bought me a drink, then more dancing.

At the end of the night there were three of us left in the group, one of the departing interns, the bartender and myself. I would like to tell you all that I told him where to go for screening my calls or I left without so much as a goodbye but no after four pints that is not my style sadly.

As we waited for the intern I kissed him on the cheek and then he turned to me and kissed me on the lips. What are you doing my conscious screamed, but the single girl ignored the voice of reason and just smiled sweetly at the putz in front of her. We left the club soon after and all shared a cab to my neighbourhood and then we all stood by the bus stop and chatted for a minute. I wish I could say we made a date or told him he was a weird jerk for not calling or something interesting happened, but no I got out of the cab invited the boys to come for a night cap (I know … I should know better) and ended up home alone. So once again I feel dissed by the bartender.

It wouldn’t be so bad if wasn’t interviewing him for a job this morning.

Sometimes being this single girl isn’t as glamorous or as winning as I would like it to be.

Stay tuned,

The Single Girl