Brian from the Bar
This past weekend at the bar, I somehow became the brave flirter I’ve always dreamed of being. I don’t know what got into me, but I made a conscious decision to buy the hottest guy in the bar a drink. To be fair, I was in Chester, so it’s not like the pickings were great.
I looked around a few times throughout the night, and didn’t see anyone quite right. Later, I went to the bar for a drink (drinks were an important part of my night, considering I was trying to get the liquid courage to sing I Saw The Sign for karaoke night), and I saw him. A guy in the corner of the bar, who was not just cute but handsome, if you know what I mean. After monitoring him for a bit (to make sure there was no girl with him – the last thing I need is a fight), I met his eye and asked him across the bar if I could buy him a shot to take with me. He agreed.
Waiting for that shot from the bartender felt like it took hours. What in the world was I going to say to this random guy when I brought the shot to him? I had no plan for after the shot! As I walked over to him, two shots of Jack Daniels in hand, a group of guys stopped me and asked me where I was going. I told them I had bought the guy in a corner a shot. How embarrassing. After the shot, I learned his name was Brian. I will call him Brian from the Bar. In the blog, to his face, to my friends and on my cell phone when I enter his phone number. Cause that’s how I roll.
I introduced Brian from the Bar to the group of friends that I was with, and he quickly picked up on the fact that people were mentioning the blog a lot (my friends are my biggest fans, and I love them for it!). There were references to “Chef” and “Farmer” and “Fireman.” He asked what it was all about, and I quickly gave him the rundown. I thought he might be shocked by the whole admission (especially the cancelled wedding part being the impetus for starting the blog), but I quickly learned there was no shocking Brian from the Bar.
You see, Brian from the Bar had his own story to tell. He is 37 years old (already a problem for me, as we all know I am an ageist), with four children (ages 15, 13, 5 and 3), from three different women. Most of them wives. I sure know how to pick them. The ongoing joke of the night was that Brian from the Bar couldn’t touch me or come near me, or else I’d likely get pregnant because he was so fertile. He was a nice guy, but between the age and the million kids/wives, I just couldn’t get into it. Damn, the hot ones are never as good as they seem. Nevertheless, I was pretty proud of my daring behavior.
He has asked me to hang out sometime soon, and I politely declined, saying the age difference and his family situation was just too much for me. But damn, he’s persistent and did not give up there. I talked with him on the phone yesterday while he was on the way to one of his kid’s soccer games (kill me now, I suck with kids), and he basically said we should hang out as friends and that the age difference is no big deal. Ahh, he does seem nice. And he was the hottest guy in the bar (in Chester). But I don’t know if I can sign up for a ready-made Brady Bunch-style family. It’s a little too much for me. There’s having baby momma drama, but then there is having three baby momma drama.
What do you guys think? Am I being too closed-minded for not considering Brian from the Bar once I found out he’s 12 years older than me and has four kids with three different women? Should I at least go out with him? It is the Year of Yes, after all …
At the sake of the ridiculous, and the fact that I really can’t make up my own mind on this one, I put this in your hands, readers. In the comments, yes or no. Should I go out with Brian from the Bar?
***Updated: Voting will be open until 5 p.m. EST Friday. And yes, I am seriously going to do whatever you guys tell me. My fate is in your hands. You have the power. Use it wisely.***