Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Third Chance-- WWS

Ok, I give in. I went to Hustler's tonight and am comfortable now with it growing black.

Oddly though this is one place that will have to keep a dual coloring. I cannot condone Friday and Saturday nights their, which is fine, I have the other black territories for those nights. But I will take Hustler's as my territory on Tuesday nights.

And it had nothing to do with that waitress either.

Well, almost nothing.

I did learn that waitress' name. Still not sharing here =) But my only conversation with her was at the very end of the night. I took a seat at a table and ended up dealing with another waitress.

This other waitress was sweet and attentive all night. It turned out that it was also her birthday. She took good care of me, and I took care of her in return. This is true anywhere I go. I believe in taking care of your bartender and/or waitress.

And of course, she played her part well. The faux-affection was enough to keep me in high spirits tonight. Then a rap "song" came on and I groaned. A woman at a nearby table grabbed me and pulled me on the dance floor. She was not taking no for an answer. She really had to pull me onto the dance floor.

I groaned and told her that I couldn't stand rap. She didn't much care, lol. She danced with me and I forced the fact that it was rap out of my mind and just danced. A slow rock song followed and her and I slow danced. I know I was smiling as it came to an end.

She gave me her name and I gave her my number and card. We chatted for a whhile about what we both did for a living. It was pleasant.

Then the night ended, I sought out that waitress, the one that convinced me to come out. Again I was taken aback at just how pretty she was. I thanked her for inviting me out. Told her that I had a marvelous time.

She hugged me (twice) tightly and told me to make sure to sit in her section next time. And left me with the words "see you next Tuesday."

Guess I will be back for the fourth time to Hustler's next week.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Paint it black

Tonight I was reflecting on how so many places Downtown are turning fully black.

The Royal Key, that I abandoned to White, and ironically was also the last place I saw the White Queen, has become pretty firmly Black Territory again. The faux-Dunkin is now firmly black as well.

Rack'Em Pool Hall is black, but I am attending less often now that the musc venue seems on the decline. There is going to be a great night of metal coming up there that I wil be attending though.

Back Streets is my new Black Square. I was there tonight and had a marvelous time. I meet the strangest (and awesomest) people. One of the people that I see at Back Streets is a taxi driver. She has given me a ride home on a few occasions now.

When I go to Hustler's for the third time tomorrow to see that pretty waitress the taxi driver told me that she will also be there. The taxi driver insists that I will enjoy tomorrow night, just as the waitress did.

Two lovely young women and no rap/hip hop at hustler's tomorrow. The cards seem to be stacked against my not enjoying myself.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Second chances

So I decided that Hustler's deserved at least a second chance. I mean, it is much more convenient for me and, well, the beer is cheaper. I decided this past Friday to give it a try.

The last time I went was a Saturday, so I was hoping that the music would be more my style on a Friday. Sadly, I was more than a little disappointed.

As I approached the building I could hear the rap/hip hop booming down the street. I groaned, realizing this was a very bad idea. I walked into the pool hall and discovered that it was lingerie night. All the bartenders and waitresses were running around in their underwear.

Woohoo, the night was looking up.

I took a seat on the bar stool in the corner, trying to remain unnoticed. Frankly, I thought the look of apparent disgust and horror on my face at the music would be a turn off to any of the women there.

The unexpected benefit of sitting at the end of the bar there was that all of the waitresses went to that end to pick up drinks all night. So all night I had women in their underwear coming over to me.

One of them was this very beautiful blonde. I won't offer any more description because she was very distinctive and I would rather protect the innocent =)

She had her hair pulled back and seemed to be-- at times-- enjoying her night. I find it really attractive when people are just having a good time and enjoying themselves. But there were times during the night that she also walked up with a frown on her face.

Finally, I had the opportunity to say something to her and, well, I am not exactly the type to turn away a chance to talk to a pretty woman. "You have such a pretty smile," I said, and she did have an amazingly gorgeous smile. "but it's not on your face nearly enough tonight."

"aaawwww! Thank you!" was her only reply.

A little while later she passed behind me and rubbed my back.

When I couldn't put up with the rap any longer I finally decided to leave. Yes, I dislike rap and hip hop so much that I will skip out on half naked women to avoid it.

So I tell her that I am leaving. She gave me a hug and I asked if the music was always like this, "'cause it's kinda killing me." She let out an exasperated sigh and said that she knew. She listens to everything, but that she gets fed up with the rap too. She invited me back on Tuesday for karaoke saying that there is a better mix of everything then.

"Will you be here?" I asked.

"Yes" with that beautiful smile.

Guess I am going back to give Hustler's a third chance on Tuesday. The things that I will do for a pretty blonde in her underwear.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Conversations with a Rook

So tonight I had an interesting conversation with Katie, my queenside rook, while I was at the Royal Key. She is about 2 and a half hours north of me, so it was via text.

Me: Ironically last night after you told me not to hit on 18 year olds, the band started playing "Your Love" then when I hit the bar I walked in on that same song. As in "you know I like my girls a little bit older, I don't want to lose yout love tnight" a song about spending the night with a girl who is too young ;)

Katie: lol, that's funny

Me: My life is blessed with such ironies.

They just played that bloody song again!

Katie: It's your theme song I suppose

Me: Sure. Could be. but me and a younger woman? Never

Katie: Your sense of humor always makes me giggle

Me: Lol, oh come now! The last gir I was hitting on was 18!

Oh wait, how old am I again?

Katie: Not 18.

My life is just hillarious. These ironies do tend to follow me around and I swear that my life reads like a novel. This was comical because I do tend to date younger women, in fact the only woman I had ever dated, before I was married, that was older than me became my wife. And that worked out so well that I tend to avoid older women. although in the past couple years I have gone out with women much older than myself.

And while I was hitting on a woman that was 18 recently (the photographer) the last woman that I was deeply interested in was the youngest I have ever dated, twenty-one. Still plenty young for me, at thirty.

And the song is about him cheating on "Josie" with a young woman. It may very well be my theme song.