What a weird night. So I went out with this blonde I've been out with a couple of times before. I like her, she's pretty good looking, smart, very good job, but she's kinda...brassy? do people still say brassy? She's a fake blonde, has acrylic nails, she's a little older than me, like 40, I mean, she doesn't look cheap, but it's just a bit much. This is not typically my type of girl.
Anyhow, one thing this girl can do is drink. She had a vodka going in the car on the way to the hockey game, and was slugging them at the game to the point where she was pushing my pace. Not to mention at one point near the end of the game we miscommunicate and both end up back at the seats with two beers each, which we chug. After the hockey game we hit up this place where I know the bar manager bc he used to work at one of my regular haunts. We see him, get a seat at the corner of the bar. Believe it or not, I ordered poutine.
So up to this point, we've been out a couple times but it's been pretty casual. Certain
hurdles have not been crossed. She's hinted that those hurdles probably won't get crossed unless and until we're more of a regular thing. Which is fine, I get that she doesn't want to feel like a slut and I'm not necessarily looking to make her one either.
Then it happens. This little brunette, who works at the same regular haunt comes in. Smoking hot. 23. Kind of what Sandra Bullock would look like if everyone was right when they say Sandra Bullock is hot. She's loud and drunk. She makes an
entrance. Big WHOOOOOO yell, sprints up to the bar manager and gives him a hug and actually leaves her feet to wrap her legs around him. She's in a group of a couple guys and a few girls, but it's clear they're just bit players in her crew. The whole place is looking at her. Then she sees me. Screams my name. I'm sitting so I don't get the whole-body hug, but I get a big hug and a kiss.
So as least awkwardly as I can, I introduce this 23 year old 9.7 natural, minimal make-up wearing girl who is draped on me, to my date, a 40 year old 7 who is dolled up as best she can be. I can just see her mind panicking but trying not to show it. She tries to be gracious. But she's being outshone and she knows it. Brunette orders a round of shots for her crew and gets one of the dudes to pay for it. My date instantly says "wait we'll do a shot with you!" She orders, and (here is where it get weird) literally at that moment I get a text from Frosty asking if I want to do a shot with people from GMTAN.

I text him "funny you should say that. short answer yes."
So we throw back these shots as a group, with my date trying real hard to be the "it" girl, or at least be in the conversation. Within 15 minutes the brunette leaves, on to the next place, leaving the guys to decide whether to abandon their 3/4 full drinks or go with her. They go with her.
From then on my date is all about PDA. I'm not sure if the whole episode turned her on or made her feel like she had something to prove or both, and I'm not sure I care.
Just call me Edwin Moses.