Last night, the Bears played. I was psyched about the game and looking forward to removing the bitter taste of last week’s loss from my mouth. N., J. and I went to a bar / restaurant to watch the game. We were hungry and some of us may have been a bit hung-over. We got there and there was nowhere to sit. We ate tater tots to hold us over. (They were the only things that would fit on the ledge we were leaning on).
We waited for a table to open up and then watched in frustration as a group that already had 2 tables swallowed up the next available one. (Chivalry is in question now – they really didn’t need the 3rd table to hold their waters). We watched as dating couple got the next one – seriously don’t think they even knew a game was on the TV.
We are now cranky and frustrated and to top it off, the Bears aren’t starting off that well. N. and J. decide to stake out the scene and locate a table that looks ready to go. They find the over-served, non-couple couple and chat with them. They promise us they are leaving soon. Over an hour later, we are frustrated and watching drunk guy close tab after tab. N. goes over to talk to them about facilitating a smooth transition. Next thing you know, she is sitting at table with non-couple couple. Within a few minutes, we are all at their table with them. We watch as the girl throws every “I’m absolutely not interested in you” signal in the book at drunk guy and we watch drunk guy miss them all.
We immediately order drinks and food and continue to watch the game. Interestingly enough, as soon as we procured the table, the Bears started to show us why we love them. Our food comes and we devour it. Well, drunk guy devoured J.’s fries, which was pretty funny to watch. The girl keeps talking to J. and blatantly ignoring Drunk guy. Drunk guy keeps telling us how hot our friend (N.) is and how she is the hottest girl in the bar. The whole thing just kept getting weirder and weirder. (My favorite part was when he kept screaming ‘touchdown’ when the Giants were in the end zone, trying to make it 100 yards down the field. We kept telling him ‘safety,’ ‘safety,’ but it was a moot point. Midway through the mess of this interaction, J. leans over to tell N. and I that she had a philosophical epiphany to tell us later.
And then they left. Drunk guy and date. Separately, thankfully. You know that it is bad when drunk guy date comes back to apologize to us for drunk guy and even wistfully remarks that we look like we were having so much fun (which, we were). She pointed out that this was a completely unsuccessful 4th date and that he wouldn’t go away. When they left, J. leaned over and said to us, “sometimes, it is better to be single than to be on that kind of date.”
It’s true. Whenever I think that I am too picky, I will think of drunk guy and think, it is okay to be picky. It is good to be willing to experience things and try (and fail). But, it is also okay to enjoy your life without putting yourself in drunk guy / bad date path. Does that mean that I am perfect at selecting dates? Obviously not – those that have read this page before know that I make some pretty lame mistakes. However, that girl knew by date 2 that drunk guy was not for her and yet, there she was on disaster date #4. Why? Probably because she doesn’t want to be single her whole life. Well, most people don’t. However, I reiterate, it is better to be single than to be miserable in a relationship. She should’ve gone to watch the games with friends – she would have had a hell of a better time.
As for the Bears, holy hell was that a fun game!
Hester—108 yards and a fake out?? Awesome!
Jones – Bring on the Running Game!
Musin – Wear your moose ears proud, he kicked it up a notch yesterday!
Rex – Wow! Some mistakes, but is seems we got our Sexy-Rexy-Back. (This pun was written intentionally for N., who secretly wants to see Timberlake in concert and will probably hurt me for writing that on this page).
Side note: Thanks to Jen for her ringing endorsement of this page. (I am terrified of that, but hopefully, up to the challenge).
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