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Apr. 27th, 2023 03:29 pm
Another drunk chick
It's been an odd couple of months. After the encounter recounted in my previous post, it would be another two weeks before I'd see Big Chick again. It was a frustrating but necessary brake application (I won't be fooled again!) that came to an end on St Patrick's Day Observed.
I got up early that morning to attend a party downtown in the Corncobs and ended up lingering until late afternoon. As a result, I didn't really have the steam to go out later and just had a quiet night at home. Waking up in the early hours of Sunday, I saw that I had a message from BC. Essentially, it was "here's that song I told you about", but the subtext was "I was thinking of you tonight." Seeing he was still online, I asked him how the bar was and he said, "Yawn. You weren't there."
Naturally, I was over the moon. Later that day, as I was out with friends day drinking at Rogers Park Social, I messaged him inviting him to join us. He said he was pub-crawling with a group of guys for a friend's 50th. I found out where they were going and met up with them in the evening.
Was I being too pushy? I ask myself that now but I didn't think so at the time. After all, I had a pretty unmistakable green light and when I pumped him for details on their itinerary, he never made it sound like he didn't want me to come along. I took pains not to be too clingy at Sidetrack, where we finally met up. (It helped that I knew a couple of other guys in the group and a couple were keen to know me.)
Long story short, whatever I was hoping for in terms of attention and confirmation, I didn't get and I went home feeling kind of wretched. The next day, I felt so bad, I called in. At the time, I thought it was a combination of an emotional crash with the physical effects of drinking too much, sleeping to little, and skipping a meal.
Two things happened after that: One was that I came down with a persistent flu that kept me home from work for nearly three weeks. (Stupidly, I put it down to the lingering effects of daylight savings until I finally thought to take my temperature.) The other was that I stopped hearing from Big Chick (thus the second-guessing).
I've run into him twice since then: Once on Clint's birthday when I was feeling pretty terrible (still recovering from the flu and dealing with acute butthole issues) and then three weeks later at the same bar under similar conditions to our second meeting. Both times he was friendly, but not especially affectionate or attentive. The second time, I requested a rendezvous and he suggested we meet today; by Monday, he'd forgotten.
I'll text him shortly and see if he's still interested in getting together later, but I won't be surprised if he says no. And if we do meet up, my expectations will be modest. I'm willing to play a long game here (at our dinner date, he told me a story about how he was best friends with a guy for months before dating him) but only if I think the rewards justify it and the jury's out on that.
I got up early that morning to attend a party downtown in the Corncobs and ended up lingering until late afternoon. As a result, I didn't really have the steam to go out later and just had a quiet night at home. Waking up in the early hours of Sunday, I saw that I had a message from BC. Essentially, it was "here's that song I told you about", but the subtext was "I was thinking of you tonight." Seeing he was still online, I asked him how the bar was and he said, "Yawn. You weren't there."
Naturally, I was over the moon. Later that day, as I was out with friends day drinking at Rogers Park Social, I messaged him inviting him to join us. He said he was pub-crawling with a group of guys for a friend's 50th. I found out where they were going and met up with them in the evening.
Was I being too pushy? I ask myself that now but I didn't think so at the time. After all, I had a pretty unmistakable green light and when I pumped him for details on their itinerary, he never made it sound like he didn't want me to come along. I took pains not to be too clingy at Sidetrack, where we finally met up. (It helped that I knew a couple of other guys in the group and a couple were keen to know me.)
Long story short, whatever I was hoping for in terms of attention and confirmation, I didn't get and I went home feeling kind of wretched. The next day, I felt so bad, I called in. At the time, I thought it was a combination of an emotional crash with the physical effects of drinking too much, sleeping to little, and skipping a meal.
Two things happened after that: One was that I came down with a persistent flu that kept me home from work for nearly three weeks. (Stupidly, I put it down to the lingering effects of daylight savings until I finally thought to take my temperature.) The other was that I stopped hearing from Big Chick (thus the second-guessing).
I've run into him twice since then: Once on Clint's birthday when I was feeling pretty terrible (still recovering from the flu and dealing with acute butthole issues) and then three weeks later at the same bar under similar conditions to our second meeting. Both times he was friendly, but not especially affectionate or attentive. The second time, I requested a rendezvous and he suggested we meet today; by Monday, he'd forgotten.
I'll text him shortly and see if he's still interested in getting together later, but I won't be surprised if he says no. And if we do meet up, my expectations will be modest. I'm willing to play a long game here (at our dinner date, he told me a story about how he was best friends with a guy for months before dating him) but only if I think the rewards justify it and the jury's out on that.