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The Boost
Okay, so I caught a little slack from my last blog about the “Ego Booster.” I get it. My white lie to escape from my date was not cool…but can you blame a girl who wants to explore Los Angeles and take in the nightlife of this great city? I plan a more graceful exit next time.
I went out with Brian. We skipped the bowling (Yeah! My manicure will be preserved), and went right to the Short Stop in Silverlake. I took Brian up on a game of pool, and promptly kicked his ass! Without realizing it, during the game, I had developed a fan following of some hot Stable Indie Rockers and a stray Clooney who had actually bet on my game. Apparently, my skills behind the cue ball made the Clooney (named “Brad”) $50.00 richer, and as a “thank you,” he bought me a drink. While I felt bad leaving Brian with only a pool stick in his hand, a girl’s gotta do what she has to do. And, in this case, it meant accompanying my new friend to the dimly lit bar to rub elbows and make small talk, while we delayed the inevitable.
The conversation at the bar was average at best, but he was certainly easy on the eyes (Clooney-types always are), which naturally meant – for me, at least – he would be hard on my heart. You see, I am a bit superficial. Not in the money-grubbing-gold-digger-status-climbing sort of way, but in the I-like-pretty-things-and-pretty-people sort of way. I’ve really tried to change my guy type over the years to no avail. Maybe it’s because I am big on aesthetics and art? Maybe it’s because I like a challenge? Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment, and I need to venture outside my comfort zone…but not tonight.
We exchange numbers, and I return to play winner of Brian’s game with the Stable Indie Rockers. We finish off a couple of PBRs (when in Silverlake…), and Brian drives me home. We hug good night. I’m officially (ego) boosted.
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