Ah, my traditional Thanksgiving hangover is almost completely gone. I woke up in a very hazy fog and enjoyed all the Thorn texts on my phone while I tried to piece together how I got home. I know there was no way I drove home, so I wondered where my car might possibly be when one of my buddies called me to say that my car keys were under the front seat of my car. Apparently he drove me home and had his wife drive my car to my house. I am most Thankful for them.
I assume every other town in America is the same as mine in that the night before Thanksgiving is like a giant reunion at all the bars. I thought I might have had a chance with somewhat hot 22 year old blonde. This young vixen walks up to me and says "hey I know you, you work at the bank right? I work at the Credit Union across the street." Turns out that she works in Marketing for the Credit Union and then I immediately realized who she was. I'm on the Board for the Chamber of Commerce with a guy name Paul from that Credit Union and he and I go out for beers after meetings all the time. Like me, he is a horny divorced Dad and he was recently telling me about this new hot 22 year old girl that started working in their marketing department, and though he'd been trying very hard, he said she kept shooting down his advances . So I ask this girl to take a pic of her and I and then send it to Paul. She giggles in a way that only a hot 22 year old girl can giggle, and she gladly takes the pic of us and sends it to Paul. She then says "Ok, now give me your number" I thought this was kind of forward for a young girl, but I graciously gave her my digits. She then went to the bathroom and I went to bar and did more shots. I didn't see her again as the bar was completely packed and very chaotic. At last call, me and another friend left and went down the street to another bar where we knew the owner would let us stay and drink until the sun came up. I didn't really give her any more thought because I figured a hot 22 year old like her could have her pick of the litter. After drinking more at the next bar, I get a text from the 22 year old asking where I went and she was sad she didn't get to say good bye to me. I'm not gonna lie, I felt like a STUd having this hot 22 year old pursuing me. We text back and forth a few times, and then all of a sudden she sends the following text:
Her: Wait, you're not old like Paul, are you?
Now for the first time in my life, I actually felt "old". This Paul guy, who she considers to be "old" is actually 3 years YOUNGER than me. I'm 36 and people always think I'm younger than I am, I must have a young-looking face or something. So I've now reached the point that a hot 22 year old girl would consider me "old". So I text back:
Me: C'mon, Paul's not old.
Her: Eww, yes he is. He's old and divorced and kinda creepy.
Her: Ugh.. if you think he's not old, then you're probably close to his age. Tell me you're not, like 30.
Me: Nope, I'm not 30.
Her: Thank God.
Her: So how old are you?
At this point, I figure it's time to end the shananagens and tell her the truth. You know, do the right thing. So I did:
Me: I'm 28
Don't judge me, all you dickmittens would've done the same thing. We texted a little more, but all the shots made me unable to function anymore. This morning she texted me saying "sorry I didn't text you back, I kinda passed out, lol".
Well I think my hangover is almost cured. I'm gonna do some pushups, man-scape, get a good night's sleep and then get back on the saddle tomorrow night.
Oh, I'll also add that if you request a pic of random Boobies from Thorn, he sends it within 1 minute every time. Also, apparently when I get really drunk, I send Tanner some strange PMs. It's probably best that I don't have his cell #.