So you're saying theres a chance...

So... another weekend passes and I decided to casually pursue the bartender from the previous post.
Day 1: i see her (friday) and hang out with her and make good with the guy she is with. I'm still not sure of his real status. We're drinking heavily (and with other friends) and end up sharing a cab w/ them and getting dropped off at my house. Synopsis: She's still fun and flirty even when she's not tending bar, but I'm still not sure where he comes into the equation.
Day 2: I go to the bar (where she works) with friends to watch UFC 80 ( go Penn!) We're there for half an hour. I see her come in immediately after I send a txt to her and her friend (the guy) saying I had fun, but sorry if I was a drunken fool, because I was in fact, a drunken fool. Immediately after i send it I see her show up, but pretend not notice (just to see what happens). She comes over, says hey, checks on how I'm doing (apparently she was well aware that i was a drunken fool) and we BS for a few minutes. The night progresses, we talk for a little while but she's busy most of the night. I catch her eye a few times, and steal a few glances. The night comes to an end with her 'friend' showing up saying numerous times how many girls are in here... My conclusion, they're not together as he is clearly on the prowl. I go home, and I'm feeling anxious. After being generally persuaded by my friend that it's OK if I was to send a generic txt to see if she wanted to do something sometime I type something up and send it off. An hour later I get a reply, she's up for it! Synopsis: don't be such a pussy and listen to your friends once in a while.
Now, I have to think of something incredible to do, it's been ages since i've been on a 'real' date.

Hey Bartender

So, I dont want this to turn into a "every time i meet a new girl" blog, but alas, I dont pay hosting fees, no one reads this, so i can post what I want.
So tonight I think I decided I wanted to date a bartendress (i 'm guessing that's the female version of the word bar tender) So, here's where the confusion sets in. I know from my years of not dating tons of girls that bartenders are off limits. Guys flirt with them all the time, and they'll flirt back. Tips are good, they go home to there boyfriends and the guys at the bar deal w/ the rejection. I mean hey it's a bar tender, it's not like you had a chance anyway.
So a friend notices that I'm interested and asked. I tell her the same as what's written above. She disagrees.. Says she saw the bartendress blush as I return her genericly sexual volley. Do I think twice about it, or just accept that she is a tender and move on.
On another note, she was also seen flirting and laughing with another guy on the opposite side of the bar.... Was that her boy, or just another tip( money.... pervert)
I'll prolly just let it pass, and miss another opportunity

No posts must be a good thing

So, no posts must me things are peachy right? No need to share my thoughts on love, relationships, and culture with the world. I've been in a state of nirvana for the past year yes? Not so much. The past year has been an interesting one. Well, actually, it hasn't really. I broke up with (read: was broken up with) my last girl friend sometime last spring and have been single since. I've had roommates come and go, loved ones pass on, but all in all it was just another year. I have a lot of things I want to do, and just haven't done yet. Write music, not just poems or notes, but a full and complete song. No, a full and complete album of songs. And not to for fame, fortune, etc. I just like recognition for doing something good and creative that people (other than myself) can enjoy. Someday I guess. I'm looking for a new job, as I've hit the wall at my current job. I'm tired of being at beckon call, and getting no more than an email thank you every 3rd time i go above and beyond the call of duty. It's just not worth my time. Maybe I'll leave the IT industry for a while, and maybe I wont. No telling what this year holds. I'm sure lots of laughs, probably a handful of tears, and hopefully some awkward kisses.