Fate Walks In

I know...it's a perfect title for a film or book....and one day soon I'm going to write it....so don't even think about it.....

My recent texting closure made me think of another incident I had with a girl who now that I'm thinking about it actually had the same name as my "Take Care" chick...wow....see, I told you wierd inexplicable things happen to me.

So I met this other girl at a party and to throw out a disclaimer right off the top....she was not in the service industry..as in, not a waitress, nor a bartender, hostesses, stripper, etc....she was a PA at a local TV station. Real job. Real career....we flirted a little...just about every guy was trying to hit it...or should I say..."get with"..."hit it" might be a 'lil crude for any potential female reader of this.....what can I say?...I can be kind of a lockeroom guy at times.....it was a party where everyone knew each other from work...except me..I didn't work with any of them....a friend of mine did, but he turned out to be not much of a wingman cause he dipped sooned after I got there...which left me flying solo at this thing...granted, not something I'm unaccustomed to....at any rate...by the time I left I had got her number...I can recall her punching it into my phone and telling me to call her...after she had spent some time on my lap....and not to take any luster of the situation, but she was slightly intoxicated.....nevertheless we seemed to hit it off in the short time we spent together.....

I know I called once with no response...and then probably texted one more time...still nothing...apparently she was dating someone...or was seeing someone from work..or something to that effect...well anyway...after pretty much giving up on her I was in a bar one weeknight which just happened to be near her work....not that I went there hoping to run into her...I only thought about the location AFTER she walked in the door.....

So I'm sitting at the bar having a drink...by myself yet again....when I lived in NYC, grabbing a drink alone was no big deal...people did it all the time...it was commonplace...NYC is really a city of aspiring alcoholics...while LA is a city of aspiring wannabe alcoholics....besides, in LA people tend to go out more in groups and seldom venture out alone.."Oh...what people would think?"....

So..in she walks with a group of guys...probably work people...I recognize her right away...but she doesn't spot me up at the bar....as they all grab a booth a few feet away.

Obviously..to me...I got to do something. I can't let this opportunity pass without some attempt. I'm not sure if any other guy would do anything at this point...considering they had already seemingly been blown off by this chick....but I look at this as more than a coincidence that she walked in that door....I'm not one to chalk things up to dumb luck...while I'm far from religious...I do believe in fate....it's the why things happen when they happen is the mystery to me...

I decide to text her...but not just like Hey what's going on?....but some call to action...and I want her to know I know she's here......unfortunately, I can't remember the exact words I used but it was something to the effect of "The guy at the end of the bar thinks you have a beautiful smile....and you're cute..."....I'm pretty sure it had a bit more wit to it....I figured she did not have my name saved in her phone so it would be anonymous but certainly be a shocking text...like who is this at the bar?...and how does he have my number?

The best part about sending the text was getting to watch her reaction to it....I was the fly on the wall we've all dreamed of being....too good a moment to pass up...

I turn around and see her reach for her phone...she got it...she reads it and laughs...then looks up toward the bar where she sees me watching...another big smile...I raise my glass and then turn back around. What I was not going to do was walk over there.....not just because she was with a bunch of guys, but rather...I wanted her to come to me...call it a power thing or whatever...but I made the effort...if she wanted to come over, she would...

A minute or so goes by and I have yet to turn around...I felt like I was outside Sodom and Gomorrah and if I turned around I would turn to salt....just then, I notice her coming around me to sit down. Another smile.

She was flatterred and flustered...and still had no idea who I was....well...she recognized me, but couldn't place me...guess she was more messed up that night we met than I thought....which would probably explain her reason for not returning my previous text and call....I meant nothing to her....I think this is where she told me about the boyfriend or that she just started dating someone....and that was pretty much it...and the end of the story...which only reinforces another major point when vying for a woman's attention....

Timing is everything....to the woman at least....so much has to be right and properly aligned for a woman to show interest....guys are simple......we can show interest at the drop of a hat, under any conditions...we're like the post office...in rain, sleet, snow...we deliver anytime.....so not even a chance meeting at a random bar could alter the cosmos here.

Fate may have walked in...but I walked out....by myself.