Why do they make these things so hard to figure out?
Last Wednesday, I met up with a fairly good-sized (at any given time, there were about a dozen people present) group of co-workers and friends for Happy Hour. Since I was scheduled to fly out to Las Vegas the next night, I figured I would just have a beer or two and then head home to pack. By the time 8:00PM rolled around (I'd arrived at 5:00PM), there were still new groups of people showing up, including one of my old friends that I used to work with back in college. I was getting ready to leave at that point, but since I hadn't seen him in a while, I decided to stick around for a little while longer. It was a good decision on my part because, shortly after, he casually mentioned that one of his co-workers was going to stop by and she was going to bring her sister; someone he thought I would take a liking to.
Sure enough, the two girls showed up about 45 minutes later and, as promised, I was definitely attracted to the sister. She was probably around 5'3"-5'5", cute face, shoulder-length light brown hair, and a very nice body. She was dressed rather simply in jeans and a black shirt, but I think that added to her charm. My friend and I turned our attention to the girls immediately.
Things went smoothly, but at no point did I really get a vibe from the sister. In fact, I thought my friend's co-worker seemed more interested in me. Before I knew it, it was 10:30 and the majority of the happy hour crew had gone home. In an effort to feel the girls out, I asked if they wanted to continue the night at another venue. Both of them declined my invitation and justified themselves by claiming they had to be at work early the next morning.
Win some and lose some, I guess. It was just as well, since I still had to get my things packed up for the trip.
We said goodbye to the girls and sent them on their way. As soon as they were out of sight, my friend practically slapped me upside the head. "Man, [the sister] totally thinks you're cute and wanted you to ask her for her number."
"For someone so interested, she sure didn't show it well. No problem, just get her number from her sister at work tomorrow," I reasoned, a bit disappointed by this information of the too little, too late, variety.
"No can do; she wanted you to ask her personally."
Of course she did, why would she want to make this convenient? "Alright, we'll all have to get together again when I get back into town, then. Thanks for the info, although next time it wouldn't kill you to pull me into the bathroom or something and let me know while it's still relevant," I said, smirking.
With Vegas less than 24 hours away, there was no way I was going to sweat this minor loss. I had a city full of girls, all ready to party, awaiting my arrival.
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Fortunately, this story does have a happy ending, but I'll have to save it for after the Vegas adventure.
