Time to Effing #GetItOn: Night Two = Not Too Shabby!

AHHHHH!!!!!!! Much. Much. Much. Better night Friday night. No like for reeaallllsss, it totally didn't suck.

Alrite, first up - Teeee shiiirrrrttttt ttiiimmmmmmeeeeeeee!!

Last night, I wore Effing Gear's Manhattan Apple Tee.

::Insert gratuitous shot of my rack::

The new roomster and I went down to Barneys to kick it as dives are my scene ... and if I am in fact going to find a guy at a bar, it is going to be at a place like Barneys.

Cue 4sq checkin:

For about the first hour, the roomie and I sat at a table to ourselves to bond, and have girl time ... totally rad, and totally allowed me to scope the scene before throwing myself out there completely. See, being two chicks at a table makes it incredibly intimidating for dudes to actually approach you. Sitting at the bar says, hey, I'm totally open and wanting to kick it ... sitting at a table says we're here to talk - back off.

After she got her grub on and I had some more Pyramid in my belly we decided to head to the actual bar and cop a squat to flash the "we are available vibe."

Literally ... no like literally literally 2.5 seconds later, this guy from the table behind us comes up and says excuse me, can I rest my wooden prosthetic leg on the ledge right here.

Literally. He put his leg right in-between me and the roomie.

I turn to him and say, yes I like a guy with a lot of wood - please, be my guest.

::ZING!!!::

The duderino starts cracking up and invites us over to his table.

Really really really rad human beings, but wasn't feeling a vibe from any of 'em ... and frankly, I was there to feel the vibe - if it wasn't happening, it wasn't happening. After a little bit we then got up and proceeded to do a lap to scout out for any new meat. We walked towards the back by the pool table, and alas - two hotties. BINGGOOOO!!!

At this point, I had downed two pyramids and a Washington apple shot - dude, I was soooooooo randy.

BAHHH!!! No, not that randy!!! ewe, go away ...

I walk past the hotties and I don't remember how they gave us an in, whatever the scenario was - but I just reached out and said hi! I'm Jen.

They smiled clearly grateful that they didn't have to use any corny lines or anything to get us to stop.

We played a round of pool, and I TOTALLY kicked ass. No like literally, we won ... but it was kinda on a default. HAHAHA!! He scratched on sinking the 8 ball. SUCKKKAAAAAA!!!!

Either way, one of the dudes I thought was super cute, and he kept making fun of my bad pool playing. It was endearing, for sure. He kept challenging me - I like guys that I can go toe to toe with. Anywho, we were flirting pretty hardcore but then a table of chicas had called them over for something. The roomster wasn't feeling it at that point, so we proceeded to walk over to the bar and continue our hunt.

Less than 5 minutes later, after ordering another beer ... I see el senor hotness walk up out of the corner of my eye.

Where'd you go? he replied.

Ahhhh, we needed a change in scenery.

 Then, he and I started talking - I can't even tell you about what, but I just kept thinking good lord this guy is cute. And not like in the cute way that he's the guy that catches your eye the second he walks into the bar ... those guys are 99% of the time total fucking douches. He's the kinda guy that would totally be best friends with your older brother and you secretly wanted to bone when you were growing up. One of those.

We talked all night about random things in the world, he COMPLETELY kept my interest. Amazing since I could not have more of an ADD personality.

Then, came last call.

I wondered, is he going to ask for my number? Do I offer him mine?

Good lord the lights are bright ...and I'm pretty sure my hair is frizzing ...

What are you doing tomorrow night?

Tomorrow? Oh, I have this event, but I think it ends pretty early.

Wanna go to an arcade with me after?

Um. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's my number ...

AMAZING!!!

Who evverrrrrr suggests going to an arcade for a date in Los Angeles? Like SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?! OMG, there's no way this boy googled me in the bathroom, and figured out my dating likes and dislikes- he just very genuinely read what I was about through conversing only.

Wow, lemme take a step back for a second. I just met a boy at a bar, we talked for pretty much the whole night, and I'm talking incredibly witty banter here ... and now he's asking me out for tomorrow night to go to an ARCADE?!?!?! Wow. Wow. Wow.

I gave the guy a hug, and said I really hoped to hear from him, that I'd love to go out tomorrow.

Oh, you're going to hear from me, he replied.

I smiled. Paused for a moment - looked down, looked back up at him - and smiled again.

BAHHHH!!! This boy is awesome!!!

Flash forward 20 minutes, came back home, and totally tweeted out my findings ...

Yep. All caps. HAHAHA!!!! I was clearly enjoying myself. I think that's actually a record, I don't think I have ever tweeted out ANYTHING in all caps.

I woke up the next morning though, completely spooked.

What if he was just being nice by wanting to take me out later? Is that like guy bar code? I don't know bar code yet, I'm an online dater. I couldn't help but wonder ... ANNNDDD I had already tweeted out that I was going to go on a date, so goodness gracious this boy better call.

At 1:57 ... he called.

SHADOOBIIEEEE!!!!!

mwahahahahaahahah!!

Alrite, so in conclusion here were my figures from night two ...

Numbers Exchanged: 2

First Date Offers: 1

Business Cards Handed Out: 4

#winning

I'll tell you guys all about our date last night in a bit. Gotta jump in the shower ... but here's a hint, it involves rattlesnakes, and Street Fighter 2. Yep ... AH-MAZING!!!