I have never been a fan of Halloween due to the fact that I refuse to dress like a slut or look ridiculous, with that said I was puss in boots. I wore some leather boots, leather jacket, tail and ears I picked up at the Halloween store, dressed like myself and decided to venture to the bars. I came up with puss in boots on my way to the bar; which I thought was incredibly accurate and clever. Anyway, I was feeling shitty as like most days after a breakup, I saw the ex that day and he was a doctor which was definitely a disguise because he is by far not doctor material, but he had plans to go out with "friends" hence the reason I decided not to stay in.
So in search of a good time, I went to my home town bars, a quick twenty minute drive to New Paltz, exit 18 on the thruway. Beautiful little college town, a small community with nothing more than a main street of shops that overlooks a mountain scape that's to die for. Nothing but normal for people that have lived there and its definitely taken for granted especially in October when locals are grumbling about the gridlock "leaf peeper" traffic from the thruway exit to the mountain. Anyway on with my story, drunkin' ghouls, goblins, animals and sluts all made an appearance in town during and after the parade and continued to party throughout the night. I ran into people from high school, some that I didn't care to see, however, I was polite and had been drinking so I was polite. After being hit on by tigers and other cats big and small, I was tired and frankly a little pissed because even wearing pants and not looking like a slut, guys and girls alike are enamored with my boobs, which gets old after a while.
Like a ping pong ball back a forth between the bars, dodging "creepers", "stalkers" and various drunkin' masked men, I ran into a teddy bear. I recognized these piercing blue eyes and to my surprise this teddy bear was a mechanic of mine, who was also to my knowledge was dating a girl I worked with, so I decided to say hi. Well not really a good idea especially when I drink and after being a little less than happy I was out at the bars, I made a sly remark after he was quick to jump at the opportunity to say something along the lines of, "oh so your OK to say HI to me now", not taking it very well I casually said never mind and told him to fuck off. That was that. With a screw you teddy bear attitude I walked into the other bar and quickly decided I was done with the night having a terrible time and went home.
This is where social networking can be a blessing or a curse, usually if I am not interested in a guy I tell him my name is Alica and I never give a guy my number at the bar I always take there's just for this reason, so they cant find me, no stalkers please. Anyway, having been my mechanic he knew who I was and decided to send me a friend request, I accepted just to be nosey and as I was snooping through his account I got a message from him. Ugh! Nothing worse than face book small talk with a guy I already had walked away form not even an hour ago. In short he told me he and all of the other guys in the shop refer to me as the "mean girl with the jetta" and he never knew how to talk to me because I appear to be a Bitch like I was tonight. Fact. I can be and I am not afraid of it especially with mechanics, I know about cars for the sole purpose of not being ripped off and I can be less than tolerable after pouring hard earned money into a beater car. After a conversation that was seemingly never ending we were actually getting along and me was making me smile. I remember thinking that I hadn't smiled in a while however I was slightly reluctant to continue talking with him because he was seeing a girl I worked with. So before I proceeded I asked, not expecting to get a truthful answer because guys tend to "fib" about certain things. However having been working closely with this girl I knew the ins and outs of their relationship pretty well, so I believed whatever answer he gave me and continued.
Well, I'm still not sure if it was the leftover Jameson taking over my brain but this conversation was going really well and I was consistently happy, for what I thought wasn't a long time...well hours went by. We chatted for four hours about anything and everything and to say the least I was very interested in him. As 5am quickly approached I decided to let the conversation come to a close hoping for something to come out of it. All I remember is him being extremely shy in person so I decided to throw it all on the table. I asked him "So after 5 hours of talking, even though I'm a mean girl; are you going to ask me out?'". I didn't know what to expect and he said he had never had a girl ask him that and wasn't sure what to say, well by the end of the conversation we had exchanged numbers and he asked me out on a date. I was beyond thrilled! This guy seemed great and it would be my first real date ever, yeah, EVER!
At this point I was beyond tired, still feeling the effects of Halloween and in the back of my mind i was still upset over everything that had happened in the past month and a half with the ex and thinking about what he had done that night; but I was truly happy to have ran into this guy.
So in search of a good time, I went to my home town bars, a quick twenty minute drive to New Paltz, exit 18 on the thruway. Beautiful little college town, a small community with nothing more than a main street of shops that overlooks a mountain scape that's to die for. Nothing but normal for people that have lived there and its definitely taken for granted especially in October when locals are grumbling about the gridlock "leaf peeper" traffic from the thruway exit to the mountain. Anyway on with my story, drunkin' ghouls, goblins, animals and sluts all made an appearance in town during and after the parade and continued to party throughout the night. I ran into people from high school, some that I didn't care to see, however, I was polite and had been drinking so I was polite. After being hit on by tigers and other cats big and small, I was tired and frankly a little pissed because even wearing pants and not looking like a slut, guys and girls alike are enamored with my boobs, which gets old after a while.
Like a ping pong ball back a forth between the bars, dodging "creepers", "stalkers" and various drunkin' masked men, I ran into a teddy bear. I recognized these piercing blue eyes and to my surprise this teddy bear was a mechanic of mine, who was also to my knowledge was dating a girl I worked with, so I decided to say hi. Well not really a good idea especially when I drink and after being a little less than happy I was out at the bars, I made a sly remark after he was quick to jump at the opportunity to say something along the lines of, "oh so your OK to say HI to me now", not taking it very well I casually said never mind and told him to fuck off. That was that. With a screw you teddy bear attitude I walked into the other bar and quickly decided I was done with the night having a terrible time and went home.
This is where social networking can be a blessing or a curse, usually if I am not interested in a guy I tell him my name is Alica and I never give a guy my number at the bar I always take there's just for this reason, so they cant find me, no stalkers please. Anyway, having been my mechanic he knew who I was and decided to send me a friend request, I accepted just to be nosey and as I was snooping through his account I got a message from him. Ugh! Nothing worse than face book small talk with a guy I already had walked away form not even an hour ago. In short he told me he and all of the other guys in the shop refer to me as the "mean girl with the jetta" and he never knew how to talk to me because I appear to be a Bitch like I was tonight. Fact. I can be and I am not afraid of it especially with mechanics, I know about cars for the sole purpose of not being ripped off and I can be less than tolerable after pouring hard earned money into a beater car. After a conversation that was seemingly never ending we were actually getting along and me was making me smile. I remember thinking that I hadn't smiled in a while however I was slightly reluctant to continue talking with him because he was seeing a girl I worked with. So before I proceeded I asked, not expecting to get a truthful answer because guys tend to "fib" about certain things. However having been working closely with this girl I knew the ins and outs of their relationship pretty well, so I believed whatever answer he gave me and continued.
Well, I'm still not sure if it was the leftover Jameson taking over my brain but this conversation was going really well and I was consistently happy, for what I thought wasn't a long time...well hours went by. We chatted for four hours about anything and everything and to say the least I was very interested in him. As 5am quickly approached I decided to let the conversation come to a close hoping for something to come out of it. All I remember is him being extremely shy in person so I decided to throw it all on the table. I asked him "So after 5 hours of talking, even though I'm a mean girl; are you going to ask me out?'". I didn't know what to expect and he said he had never had a girl ask him that and wasn't sure what to say, well by the end of the conversation we had exchanged numbers and he asked me out on a date. I was beyond thrilled! This guy seemed great and it would be my first real date ever, yeah, EVER!
At this point I was beyond tired, still feeling the effects of Halloween and in the back of my mind i was still upset over everything that had happened in the past month and a half with the ex and thinking about what he had done that night; but I was truly happy to have ran into this guy.
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