06-07-2006, 05:02 PM
Okay, okay, this may sound ultra cheesy, but I'm practically crawling out of my skin. A few of you may have known (through my psychotic other post-I wont reference it 'cause I'm too embarassed) that my marriage fell apart last year. Since then I've been trying to meet other people through the usual locations. Bars, grocery stores, even online dating sites. No luck there. So I turned my attention to the place that has given me luck over all of my relationships...work. I've worked with this person for a few years and always thought she was cool. There will be a Hip reference so try to get past my giddy drivel.
A bunch of us go out for happy hour after work last Friday night. Potential Girlfriend's (PG for the rest of my story) best friend asks me if I would like to come out to another bar with her, her husband and PG. We all go (PG driving with me) and I have a great time even though there was a live country band that night. Oh well. Good times, good times. The night winds down and PG asks if I would like to come out tomorrow night (Saturday) to the same place to see ANOTHER live country band. I'll tell ya, the things we all do for love and affection! I happily say yes, we exchange cells and go about our merry way.
At this time I'm formulating a plan, cause I purposefully bought two tickets for the Lewiston show with the intention of bringing a date-hoping it would be PG. I wasn't worried about using the other ticket if my idea fell through because my roommate and my brother were going to fight over the other one if I struck out. Plan hatched, ask PG to go to the show. How? I have not done this in almost 10 years. I felt like I was in grade school. Does she like me/does he like me? What I puss I am.
Saturday night rolls around, I get the call from PG. "You coming out?" "Hell yeah" was my response, I haven't been this excited to be out of the house in a long time. At the bar listening to this country band, thinking how to ask her. Crowded bar, her friends are there (I'm the outsider remember), too loud to talk. So I'm listening to this band and they are pretty good, I don't like much country, but damn, they sounded good. They started mixing up the sets, playing more southern rock, Skynrd, ZZ Top, etc... I thought somethings up tonight. Last song of the night we're all on the floor dancing to "Kryptonite" (3 Doors Down - dont ask, I've had a few by now). Song ends and were all like "ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG!"
They f'ing start playing NOIS. Last song of the night. I went nuts. This must have been fate. Out of the millions and millions of songs, they play NOIS. After the song I went out for a smoke and to build up courage. Moments later, PG is standing next to me. So I said to her (this is so cheesy, but I was frozen - remember 10 years):
"Did you like that last song?"
"Yeah"
"Do you want to go see them with me?"
"Who are they?"
(for a moment I froze, ready to LMAO)
"The Tragically Hip"
"When is it?"
"The 17th"
"Yeah, it'll be a lot of fun"
"Cool"
Here's hoping to get another Hip convert!
Later I told her I had her in mind all along, and hoped she would go and I just needed the courage to ask. It's tough to see each other at work, so we pass the days firing off playful emails. Even went out to lunch today together and got the attention of the whole office. So if you are at the show on the 17th, look for the guy with the biggest grin on his face and wish him luck!
Cheers!
Chad
A bunch of us go out for happy hour after work last Friday night. Potential Girlfriend's (PG for the rest of my story) best friend asks me if I would like to come out to another bar with her, her husband and PG. We all go (PG driving with me) and I have a great time even though there was a live country band that night. Oh well. Good times, good times. The night winds down and PG asks if I would like to come out tomorrow night (Saturday) to the same place to see ANOTHER live country band. I'll tell ya, the things we all do for love and affection! I happily say yes, we exchange cells and go about our merry way.
At this time I'm formulating a plan, cause I purposefully bought two tickets for the Lewiston show with the intention of bringing a date-hoping it would be PG. I wasn't worried about using the other ticket if my idea fell through because my roommate and my brother were going to fight over the other one if I struck out. Plan hatched, ask PG to go to the show. How? I have not done this in almost 10 years. I felt like I was in grade school. Does she like me/does he like me? What I puss I am.
Saturday night rolls around, I get the call from PG. "You coming out?" "Hell yeah" was my response, I haven't been this excited to be out of the house in a long time. At the bar listening to this country band, thinking how to ask her. Crowded bar, her friends are there (I'm the outsider remember), too loud to talk. So I'm listening to this band and they are pretty good, I don't like much country, but damn, they sounded good. They started mixing up the sets, playing more southern rock, Skynrd, ZZ Top, etc... I thought somethings up tonight. Last song of the night we're all on the floor dancing to "Kryptonite" (3 Doors Down - dont ask, I've had a few by now). Song ends and were all like "ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG!"
They f'ing start playing NOIS. Last song of the night. I went nuts. This must have been fate. Out of the millions and millions of songs, they play NOIS. After the song I went out for a smoke and to build up courage. Moments later, PG is standing next to me. So I said to her (this is so cheesy, but I was frozen - remember 10 years):
"Did you like that last song?"
"Yeah"
"Do you want to go see them with me?"
"Who are they?"
(for a moment I froze, ready to LMAO)
"The Tragically Hip"
"When is it?"
"The 17th"
"Yeah, it'll be a lot of fun"
"Cool"
Here's hoping to get another Hip convert!
Later I told her I had her in mind all along, and hoped she would go and I just needed the courage to ask. It's tough to see each other at work, so we pass the days firing off playful emails. Even went out to lunch today together and got the attention of the whole office. So if you are at the show on the 17th, look for the guy with the biggest grin on his face and wish him luck!
Cheers!
Chad
