As a social butterfly, I meet some of the most interesting individuals at the bar. Yes the bar! And it doesn’t even matter what kind of bar; the sports bar at buffalo wild wings, restaurant bars or dive bars. I don’t care, I will talk to everybody lol. I know I can be a trip because by the end of the night my bartender and I are on first name basis lol. I don’t spend my times at bars, its just that when I do I am left with some interesting stories. I am the type of person that’s really independent and carefree. I don’t mind going to the bar by myself. There is this stigma about sitting at the bar alone. It doesn’t have to be that way . At the end of the night I’ve met and talked to way more people. Its all mental. If you think you’re alone then you’ll feel alone. But I am a different breed of species. So my personal experiences wont be the same for a next individual.
Anyways this specific bar story happened in TGIF in Tennessee. My sister and I were at the mall just chilling and thought lets just get some food. We had the option of Chilis or TGIF.
But I already knew I was planning on sitting at the bar and TGIF had a much better alcoholic selection in which I liked. (I still love you Chilis; those eggrolls are boss!) So I am at the bar and already acting a fool with my bartender. He was the realest. [After I met him, he would always say hi to me outside of work if he saw me]. A few people started to join in the world’s most random bar conversation. How long is it too long to eat leftovers?, for people eavesdropping I can imagine that must be awkward since I was having this conversation with an employee in the restaurant they were eating at.
Anyways, shortly into the conversation a group of guys came and sat right next to me. They were cute but my defect of social awkwardness had not been activated. I was still social butterfly Sha-Rih. The guy that sat beside me seemed like the conservative type. The friend beside him was short but definitely the talkative one. And the other friend was high! I felt bad for him because his eyes were bloodshot red that I knew at any minute he was about to pass out. So the bartender took all their drink orders but was still entertaining my crazy ass. So the short friend goes, “looks like I might need to come hang with you girls”. I’m on my second Long Island so I said, “hell yea!, more people”. They all laughed and we all were just having random chit-chats. The typical where are you from?, what do you do?, what are you doing later? Regular bar chat. At this point, we all start turning up at TGIF like we were pre gaming. We started taking shots back to back.
I have a uber high tolerance for alcohol. I thank and blame college for that tolerance. So the short friend and my sister were tapped out. The high friend was just chilling in the corner going in and out of consciousness. So its getting late, and I’ve sobered up. Alcohol went right through me. Thanks to many bathroom breaks. So the friend beside me, asks if I knew this club. Of course I knew it lol. The club he was asking about was my spot! The hip hop music is always popping. So I was just going on and on about where they should park, best time to go, did they reserve a booth etc. He was just smiling while I babbled on like an idiot. Then he goes would you and your sister like to come. Social awkwardness still not activated. I was like “nah, think I am just going to go home and sleep off all these shots”. He goes, “aww you are so much fun to hang out with”. So I am just laughing because I already know I’m crazy fun. Queue Social Awkwardness. “I purposely sat beside you because I think you are really pretty”. SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS ACTIVATED! In my head, I was screaming why. We all were having fun and now I’m conscious of my physical appearance. This is the defect in my social abilities. What happened next was a blur, because all I remember saying was ok and getting up. I’m pretty sure I shook his hand and said nice meeting you. I think I began moving in hyper speed as I couldn’t wait to bolt through the door. My sister started laughing as I am sure she saw the sheer panic in my face. I told them all bye and high fived my bartender and left. I heard his short friend asking what went wrong but I was out the door before I heard his response. My sister looks at me and called me a weirdo. She is right, I don’t know how to act like myself when the guy I think is attractive actually likes me. Wait, its not over! This dude runs outside to ask if I was ok. You thought I was awkward before. I blurt out, “I’m asexual”. Not even bisexual! freaking asexual. He must have thought I was a complete weirdo that prefers to masturbate. I am cringing deep within my soul right now. He laughs and goes “Ok Sha-Rih. It was nice meeting you. ” My sister looks at me like ‘what the fuck hoe?!!!’ I wanted to die!
This was possibly my most embarrassing and fun bar experience. Before the awkwardness, it was filled with laughter and jokes. Plus I gained a friend…Tony the Bartender. I’ve controlled my social awkwardness now, but for the friends that know me, its still extremely obvious.
Part II Bar Chronicles will be about the SEXES…Men Vs. Women. Did this discussion really lead to sex?!? lol