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The Bear Whisperer
What the hell, here's a fun story from the weekend to balance out my bellyaching.
Friday night, Daddy Daycare took place at Farragut's again. The windows were open and there was a big nerdy bearish guy sitting in one of them. As per usual, our group took up the rest of the forward space, from the front wall to the bar. Apparently a couple of our number--including Kayla--attempted to draw him in and got rebuffed.
Finally my buddy CD, the event organiser, came up to me and said, "Someone should make friends with that guy and it should be you." I was two or three whiskeys in by that point (I'd taught the bartender how to make a Boulvardier) and in a very up mood so it was easy to go up to him and ask if he'd been responsible for playing the last three songs on jukebox, all of which had been favourites of mine.
He hadn't, but he advised me that it might have been the bartender. I noticed he had a posh accent and asked if he might be English, but turned out to be a Kiwi from a small town north of Wellington. "Even my New Zealand friends think I sound English." He mused that it might have been due to attending the University of Singapore, where he'd gone to study one thing and ended up majoring in the history of Vietnam. He's now an assistant professor at the university where I work. Well, that did it; as soon as he found out I was in the Library, he asked, "Can't I rant for a little bit?" and went off on what he saw as the flaws in our business model. Happily, they had nothing to do with our behaviour and everything to do with the administration's idiocy.
One by one, my friends drifted away from the bar. Several stopped by the window to say their farewells. The organiser found me and said, with enthusiastic respect, "You're the bear whisperer!" When I checked my messages, I found that Kayla had taken a creeper shot from behind and shared it to a four-way chat with RJ and Clint with the caption "I think everyone in our group tried to engage this guy and failed and this is him and Da after 20 minutes." To introverts like the three of them, this is basically a superpower. Kayla once told me, "You're fearless! You'll talk to anyone." And while he's not quite correct, it's lovely to have my strengths recognised and praised.
Friday night, Daddy Daycare took place at Farragut's again. The windows were open and there was a big nerdy bearish guy sitting in one of them. As per usual, our group took up the rest of the forward space, from the front wall to the bar. Apparently a couple of our number--including Kayla--attempted to draw him in and got rebuffed.
Finally my buddy CD, the event organiser, came up to me and said, "Someone should make friends with that guy and it should be you." I was two or three whiskeys in by that point (I'd taught the bartender how to make a Boulvardier) and in a very up mood so it was easy to go up to him and ask if he'd been responsible for playing the last three songs on jukebox, all of which had been favourites of mine.
He hadn't, but he advised me that it might have been the bartender. I noticed he had a posh accent and asked if he might be English, but turned out to be a Kiwi from a small town north of Wellington. "Even my New Zealand friends think I sound English." He mused that it might have been due to attending the University of Singapore, where he'd gone to study one thing and ended up majoring in the history of Vietnam. He's now an assistant professor at the university where I work. Well, that did it; as soon as he found out I was in the Library, he asked, "Can't I rant for a little bit?" and went off on what he saw as the flaws in our business model. Happily, they had nothing to do with our behaviour and everything to do with the administration's idiocy.
One by one, my friends drifted away from the bar. Several stopped by the window to say their farewells. The organiser found me and said, with enthusiastic respect, "You're the bear whisperer!" When I checked my messages, I found that Kayla had taken a creeper shot from behind and shared it to a four-way chat with RJ and Clint with the caption "I think everyone in our group tried to engage this guy and failed and this is him and Da after 20 minutes." To introverts like the three of them, this is basically a superpower. Kayla once told me, "You're fearless! You'll talk to anyone." And while he's not quite correct, it's lovely to have my strengths recognised and praised.