Monday, April 02, 2007
( 7:27 AM ) teahouse
Recently, one night after work, I met up for drinks with C, an old male friend from my college days.
He was in town for business for just a few days, and I hadn't seen him in ages.
We met at one of these swanky, pulsy bars full of overpriced Cosmopolitans, hot waitresses in mini-skirts and the Wall-Street meathead types who hit on them. Not my scene, but he had chosen it.
It was nice to see him, and our catching-up conversation was going well when some girl sidled up to us and started to hit on him BLATANTLY.
I swear, she actually uttered this sentence to him at one point during the night. "You're so manly!"
The next thing I knew, it was an hour later, and the three of us were standing in front of the bar. I was walking toward the subway, and he and the girl were jumping into a cab together.
As it took off down the block, he shouted out the window, "It was great seeing you, THB! I hope you don't mind that I'm running off like this. I'll give you a call next time I'm in town!"
On my way to the subway, I actually heard crickets chirping. #