My White in Shining Armor (SE2)
So I was at work the other night (I'm a bartender) and this guy came in by himself. As you know, it is not unusual for a guy to come into a bar by himself. But this guy had dinner and everything. Something was up.Being the great bartender that I am, I started to make conversation with him. He was a nice enough guy: about late thirties-early forties, still had all of his hair, moderately dressed, carrying a bookbag (it just looked weird for someone his age to be toting a bookbag) and he was white. He was just an average guy, no attraction from my side. Just painting a picture.
So, he started telling me about his job (he was a jeweler, like, a real one) and showed me some his stuff (hence the bookbag). Eventually, he began talking about this chick he was dating and this chick he was still in love with. In case you didn't know, I am a self-proclaimed Relationship Specialist (for anyone except myself) and offered my humble advice. He was eating it up; we talked for a couple of hours. For every half hour, there were at least three glasses of wine consumed by this guy. Keep that in mind. Needless to say, the conversation took a drastic turn, and before I could pour his seventh glass of wine, he started hitting on me. But it wasn't the usual hitting on me. It kind of went something like this:
Him: You know, there is something about you...
Me: Mmmm-hmmmm...
Him: No really...you are a special person...
Me: Thank you.
Him: You have a way about you.
Me: Okayyyy...
Him: You are very sexy...do you know what it is about you that is so sexy?
Me: Do you want a list or something?
Him: (ignoring my sarcasm with a pensive look on his face) I can't put my finger on it, but I am so attracted to you...I just feel that...that...you are an amazing person.
Me: Um, thanks.
Him: Do you want to go out with me on Sunday?
Me: Not especially...I don't think that is a good idea.
Him: I know I don't know you, but I just think that any man would be lucky to spend time with you.
Me: **speechless**
Now, I left out some things, but that was pretty much how the conversation went. I ommittted the drunken redundancy, but I still felt...flattered. Even though I knew this man was drunk, I still entertained his come-ons. I have never been hit on like that. Yes, I was sexy to him (God, please don't let that comment have come from him wearing drunk goggles!) but he also told me that I was special and amazing. He told me, after I rejected him (repeatedly) that any man would be lucky to spend time with me. Wow. I should have been disgusted and put-off, but I have to say, I was actually flattered.
Did I miss something? Whatever happened to the usual "you look good" and "ooh, you have the sexiest lips" and shit like that? This guy was repeatedly telling me things that I always longed to hear from a man, and it actually was not making me uncomfortable. Now, I can count on one hand how many times I have been approached by a man of the Caucasian Persuasion, so that could have been the difference; I really don't know.
Am I a fool for being so easily wooed or have I finally, finally learned how to take a compliment?
During the whole conversation, for the first time in a long time, I didn't doubt the validity of what he was saying about me. I never wondered what his true motives where, or whether or not he was lying to me when he was saying all of those wonderful things.
All I know is, the next time he comes into my bar, Dirtbag or not, his first drink is on me.
posted by DramaQueen @ 3:05 AM
2 Comments:
You have finally learned how to take a compliment! Of course you deserve to hear all these things. I think the fact that he's an older man, that probably experienced some stuff in the past, has made him into a man that has original pick up lines. Don't they say that people speak the truth when they're drunk? That's when they have courage to say what's really on their mind? He was being who he is (no smoke or mirrors), and told you how he felt. It might have been genuine.
It's going to sound weird, but trust me it works. When you wake up in the morning, look at yourself in the mirror and give yourself a compliment. Not just any compliment, but one that you would want a man to say to you. Do it every day for as many times a day as you can. Once you're used to hearing such wonderful things about you, even if you say it to yourself, you won't feel weird or uncomfortable whenyou hear someone else tell you the same.
Cosign! My baby is all grownz up! Booze is like truth serum for folks and I think old boy was telling the god's truth.
Don't sell yourself short by thinking he was Beer Goggled. You know the greatness and hotness that you have don't ya?
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Even a drunk one.
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