That being said, I still owe a post to the completely friggin adorable story that unfolded Saturday night... One of those things that just doesn't happen in real life, and I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't watched it with my own eyes.
So, it's Saturday night, and due to a variety of circumstances, my dinner posse consisted of merely myself and my friend Sarah, a night nurse from Omaha who had the weekend off and decided to drive up to Iowa for, well, my birthday, but also for something to do. We went out to dinner and right about nine o'clock or so, we debated what to do next. We decided to just go ahead and hit the bars. Lo and behold, it was game night, so even though it was early (well, early for a bar on a Saturday, not early compared to my normal sleep schedule, cuz, you know, I'm old), the place was so packed that we got stuck waiting in a line. A short line, but, still, a line. Sarah had recently chopped off a lot of hair, and I personally thought it was adorable on her, but she wasn't sold on it, so this became the center of our discussion while waiting. The bouncer (who was stored in my vague recollection as the cute bartender that one time gave me extra whipped cream on my daiquiri) chimed in, and said that he liked it too, and that it really showed off her eyes, and was totally flirting with her, not in the creepy-bar-pickup way but in a sincere I-think-you're pretty sort of way. Sarah got a little bit shy and awkward and thanked him, and we continued our discussion, which was becoming a bit circular at this point, and continued to wait our turn to go in. (But wait, it gets better!)
We are finally (ok, ok, it had probably only been ten minutes or so) allowed in, and as soon as we were in the door, he actually jumped off his perch and followed us in, lightly touched her on the arm, and, no joke, looks her in the eyes and says, "I'm sorry if this is forward, but I really do think you are very lovely" and then runs back outside. I had to repress the girly squeals until we were out of earshot and he was back outside. I ran into one of the guys from work, so we joined him and his crew, got some drinks, and watched the rest of the game (which we lost in overtime, but, oh well). At some point, the bouncer had switched to bartender duty, and all night kept looking over at our table. I kept nudging her and telling her to at least go get a free drink, but she kept protesting (although at one point she happened to go to the bar to order (I relied on our waitress, cause, well, it was easier than fighting through the people) and he happened to wait on her and happened to not charge her. After a while we decided to call it a night, and by this point, he was back out at the door. We passed him without a word, but he got up and called after her (she got annoyed that he kept calling her "miss" - to which I reminded her that he didn't actually know her name, and it was better than "hey you!") and was like, "Do you like coffee?" She offers a hesitant yes (although on the way to the car, she confessed that actually, she did not like coffee, in fact, she pretty much hates it), and you can tell he's trying to find a way to ask her out.
She immediately reminds him that she's not from around here, she lives in Nebraska, and he was very unbothered by this (especially since I chimed in with "Omaha!" which is pretty much on the flipping border) and was like, "Close enough!" He tried to ask for her number, but Sarah would not be dissuaded, she tried to gently blow him off by telling him how she hasn't had luck with long distance relationships and blah blah blah, and she shook his hand, told him her name, and turned around to leave. As we were walking back to her car, I decided that this was unacceptable, because he was cute and nice and clearly liked her a lot, so I texted my friend Calee who was still back in the bar and expressed my disbelief in what had just happened. This was immediately followed by another text in which I gave her Sarah's number and told her to give it to the bouncer. Naturally, she did. (Later, Sarah could not figure out how I had managed this, because I hadn't left her sight the entire time....)
Meanwhile, Sarah and I headed back to my apartment, cracked open some wine, discussed the recent events at the bar (and she conceded that, well, maybe she should have given him her number, at which I felt rather justified in my meddling) and popped in a movie. Calee called at some point to tell me about her run-in with some middle-aged drunken bar wenches, and as I was relaying the story to Sarah, I hinted that we were maybe, um, plotting something, because, well, I would have felt bad for both her and him if I'd just let her be blindsided (can you say "awkward"). She gave me a suspicious look but didn't pry more information from me. Now, in Iowa, the bars close at 2 am, and right around 2:15 or so (must have been as soon as he got off work), her phone rings. She answers it, gives me a look, and I retreat to my computer to "check my email" (I get a lot of emails in the middle of the night, you know), totally eavesdropping, and they talked for at least an hour. It was incredible. They had so much in common and there were no noticeable lulls in conversation. He even offered to come visit her in Omaha if she let him know her schedule (as previously mentioned, she works nights and her schedule is rather erratic), and it was just all sorts of warm-fuzzy inducing. I mean, seriously, this just doesn't happen in real life, not very often. I try not to involve myself where I don't need to be (ie, people's love lives), but, dammit, moments like this are few and far between and there are so many asshole guys out there, you need to seize these opportunities when they come up. And even if nothing comes of it, hey, she made a new friend and someone to talk to and get to know, which is one of the things I immediately pointed out to her when we got back to my place and I was expressing my disapproval at her brushoff.
So, we'll see what happens, but even if nothing else does, it was pretty freaking awesome.
Now, if only something like that would happen to me... ::sigh::