I realized this farm boy was not going to buy my drink, so I hailed the cute bartender to make me a stiff one because I knew this was going to be along night.
It wasn’t until after this I started to notice a distinct smell. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew I had smelled it before. It wasn’t a pretty smell, like fresh laundry or men’s Cool Water cologne that was sexy in 9th grade. It also wasn’t an off-putting smell like BO or bad breathe. God, what the hell was it?
In the process of debating if I should tell him or not, I was looking around the bar and noticed I was the only female there – and there was a group of 6 hot looking men playing pool. It was at this moment I looked at my date and said, “you any good at pool?” and he said , “hell yea, I’m a shark”. Then I did the most awful thing in the world – I said, “I bet you couldn’t beat those guys playing pool.” If it is one thing I know about most men, they don’t like to loose, nor do they like a woman telling them what to do. So I figured I would make it look like it was his decision for us to go over and spend time sitting around these 6 hot men, leaving me alone while he played. I’m awful. Then I realized I was on a date with this guy, and it would be completely inappropriate for me to scam him into playing pool with these guys just so I could sit there and talk to hot men....
Then he offered to buy me another drink and shot. I replied, “I can do a shot because I live fairly close, but I woulnd’t want you to drink anymore because you have a long drive ahead of you.” To which he replied, “oh no, I’ll be ok.” And then it fucking hit me. This kid is planning on coming home with me! Well I figured it out because of that comment and the fact he tried unsuccessfully 3 times to kiss me and constantly tried to put his arm around me. Ew. Manure.