Observations at a bar

I find that I have just enough eventfulness to keep me from being overwhelmed by activity, but not enough is happening that stands out for to blog. Just enough to keep me busy from getting productively introspective.

This Thursday I watched the Colts annihilate the Saints in the NFL season opener. Looks like the Colts are still a second half team. I caught the game at Downtown Ollie's, Indy's gay sports bar, and noticed that the old gal has had some work done. The wall behind the enormous projection TV where I watched many an episode of The Price Is Right has been replaced by glass, and the windows facing Illinois have been de-blacked and now let light in. There are flat panel televisions posted everywhere, including the entrance. It looks like the main dining area carpet has been replaced, and now in one corner there is an electronic mini grand piano. Still a gay bar.

I met up with DeeDee and some ladies she knows. A gal from my rugby team showed up with a friend, and much fun was had by all. Conversation flowed. Flirty mingling was the medium of the evening. My teammate was hilarious and tres cool. Sometime during the third quarter we decided to leave the Colts to play with their food and head off to The Ten. There I received more attention in one evening than I believe I have in the past four months. Crazy. It was as if I was wearing super cosmically strong lesbian cat nip. I've been going over what caused this in the hopes that I may reproduce it. I've come up with the following list.

1. I'm not interested in getting involved with anyone. I've closed the store for an inventory audit, but as long as the lights are on and the door is locked it looks like shoppers just can't wait to get inside. I've heard it before. The second you stop looking is the second people dart for your door. I'm not particularly thrilled with this phenomenon, but what can I say? Unavailability is irresistible.

2. I was rolling with a group of attractive women. The most attractive thing to other people is for an individual to be around attractive people. I consider myself to be attractive. Depending on how I'm dressed I'm either cute, mildly hot, or at the very least presentable. But apparently being attractive requires some extra qualifiers, like attractive friends. Just how attractive is that hot chick up at the bar? Apparently, you can tell as soon as she reunites with the people she walked through the door. It's like cruising with silent visible references.

3. I spiked my hair. Normally it's in the fauxhawk - which I feel may be a little intimidating or goofy. I'm not certain how much this actually weighs in the grand scheme of things, but it's about the only factor that originates with me so my vanity is including it as a possibility.

4. I was dancing with the aforementioned group of women. Not only was I hanging out with them but I had the chance to a) demonstrate my strong hip work on the dance floor and b) demonstrate that we all pretty much find each other hot enough to dance with. Not to mention the possibility that I might have actually made up my mind for the evening. Scarcity mentality sets in for the ladies around and the reaction involves making a move to at least take a chance for the evening. Ah, for once this actually worked in my favor rather than me being the one making the panicky play for fear of missing my opportunity. Well, it almost worked in my favor. I'm not interested in getting involved with anyone so all the other points are moot.


All in all it was a good evening. I met some new people and got better acquainted with people I've previously met.