The martinis clearly still hadn’t worn off entirely when I wrote that post last night.
Or when I wrote a note that said “I love to make new friends. Call/e-mail if you wanna hang out.” with my number and e-mail on it and drove back to the bar and dropped it in the tip jar and winked at the bartender when she turned around and smiled at me as I was walking away.
I didn’t realize until this morning that last night I quite likely hit on a lesbian who hit on me.
Anyway, she texted me at 9:20 last night, about an hour after I got home: “Hi, [Cautionary Girl], it’s [Cautionary Bartender] from [Cautionary Pub]. I’m off if you want one more drink…”
I know everyone’s not a copyeditor (like me), but I have to assume those ellipses are very intentional.
I didn’t receive the text until I got out of the tub at 9:40. I wrote back “Just got out of the bath–another night this week? :)” Didn’t hear back.
Maybe a girl who may or may not be a lesbian and has lots of arm tattoos and works as a bartender at a kick ass pub and tells patrons at said pub that they’re gorgeous isn’t interested in being friends with a girl who probably isn’t a lesbian and drinks Grey Goose martinis at pubs and takes baths at 9 p.m. and inserts emoticons into text messages. And, Christ, who blogs about it.
But fingers crossed.