Suddenly having several options just fall into my lap. Went to dinner with some friends for my buddy's birthday dinner a couple weeks ago. The ladies in the group decided we were going to a club. That really isn't my scene, but I was drinking and having fun, so ran with it. Some chick came up to me and told me her friend thinks I'm cute. I remember thinking she's cute, asian, and was wearing really tall heels, but I was pretty drunk. Could be a light skinned oompa loompa in the sunlight. Dragged her over to the group, danced for a bit, got her number, then we bailed. Sent her a message but didn't hear back until a couple days ago. She's been traveling a lot for work.
Saturday night I went out to some Mexican bar for a co-worker's birthday. I'm a tall, thin, kind of goofy looking white dude, so I really stood out at this place as being the only gringo on site. Some chick dragged me over and dropped me in her friend's lap where I proceeded to flail like a muppet in a vain attempt to make it look like I knew what I was doing. It's a miracle I didn't punch someone. Watching the other couples it looked like the dancing just involved a lot of moving the feet in short, quick, steps, and spinning around a lot. So that's what I did. Until she told me she needed to sit down because she was feeling dizzy.
Later that night I was trying to figure out which chick I had been dancing with. Not wearing my glasses + being many drinks in left me confused as to which chick I had danced with. I ultimately narrowed it down to two women, but honestly had zero clue which I had danced with. Wandered off to the bar and the chick who had dumped me in her friend's lap again told me to go find her friend. I stumbled over and still couldn't figure out who it was I danced with. Called over my friends and while we were figuring it out, some jester on stilts came out as an accordion started playing over the speakers. The jester started passing out long, thin, balloons (the type which are used to make balloon animals), and everyone started waving them in the air, having a grand old time. Except me. I sat at the bar and made balloon animals. I made a sword, a dog, and quite the mess as dozens of popped balloons littered my area while I pretended I had a clue what I was doing. California laws require bars to be shut down by 2:00 am, but it seems Mexican bars have an exemption. Two came and went with no last call, as the music and drinks continued. Around three in the morning, we figured out which chick I had danced with. She declined my offer to dance. Somehow parlayed this trainwreck into a number. We stumbled home from the bar around close to 4:00.
Asked Asian out for drinks Saturday. When I didn't hear back within a couple hours, I asked the Mexican out for the same day. She responded quickly. Meeting her about 8:30-9:00. Asian got back to after that and told me she's traveling again but will get back to me when she gets back in town. Pretty clear that's a brush off. C'est la vie.