The Break Up

Halloween

This night was pretty crazy. All I know is that Flow and I tried to meet up with some of our friends at a pub crawl but the line that hit the corner outside of it made us change our minds and hit up the local irish bar instead.

The irish bar was pretty cool, the blonde bartender was a knockout dressed up as a cop with a shirt that had probably shrunk in the laundry. Thank you hot water.

We sat at a table and drank some jameson as we watched football highlights and watched girls walk in. There’s a part of me that wishes I was a bit more interesting, or hell, even a lot better looking so that it would be easier to go up there and just strike up conversations with these people. I wish there was a way to approach a girl without having her defenses come up and think uh oh this guy is hitting on me, because in the end, sometimes I do just want to talk. So, thoughts aside, I simply just people watched.

We stayed til about 10pm and then took off to a bar/lounge. We got in and there were just amazing looking girls everywhere. We were ushered to our table and were joined by some of Flo’s friends from work. They were of middle eastern descent and some of the girls that were with them were knockouts.

Anyway, at one point I had gone out to meet up with another of our friends, who I’ll call B. Good guy, doesn’t drink, smart. I go outside to have the bouncer let him in when I notice 3 girls talking. On a whim I start talking to one of them and we hit it off. She was talking in a silly english accent and don’t even recall what she was saying but in a flash, we were suddenly making out. WEIRD. Anyway, I say I’ll meet her inside and she says she’ll finish her cigarrette and that was that.

I make a few more rounds and get good eye contact from girls, but as soon as I approach I get a nope… Yikes. It was truly a bad night for my self esteem, save the girl who made out with me. However, I ran into her too, and story of my night… she gave me the cold shoulder. I don’t know what happened but i was feeling a bit down at that point.

My buddy Flow on the other hand heh, he was having a good night. As a little background, my friend Flow who I’ve known for maybe 8-9 years has as long as I’ve known him been in committed long term relationships. In every single one, he’s gotten the raw end of the deal. He was a good guy, faithful to the last and yet these girls had cheated, or just fallen out of love for him. His latest girlfriend, whom he had confessed to me that he was going to propose to last September broke up with him because she wasn’t ready. Pretty much, same boat as me.

Flow is a wealth management executive at one of the banks in the city that was still doing great even with the markets being down. He basically managed rich people’s money. As one can presume from this position, he is a likeable guy, easy to talk to, and charismatic. If anything, he seemed trustworthy to a stranger, and as a friend, i can vouch for it.

A few months ago, he found out that his ex had started dating someone else. This shattered his world. But. It also unleashed a side of Flow I’ve not seen ever before. I apologize now but I had always thought his stories of hooking up with random girls were just exaggerated at the very least. But lately as I’ve hung out with him, I can’t help but reassess my initial reactions to these stories and really believe it.

There was that one time when we were taking a cab home, and he started talking to a girl at one of the stop lights. He walked out of the cab, walked into her car, and they drove off and they hooked up. Craziness.

Tonight he was on fire. He was dancing with one of the Pink Ladies from Grease and she was loving it. Just a fucking social butterfly this guy was and I was happy for him. Not only that but proud of him too. Just a guy that finally came out of his shell and wasn’t worried about being in a long term relationship. In the end he went home with a girl dressed up as slutty <something>.

I went home, alone.

Being drunk, going home alone, seeing your friends have a great time, an easy time talking to girls, and having your self esteem smashed are not good combinations my friends.

I ended up calling my ex. Yes. I know. Bad idea. I asked her to come over and she said she would the next day but not tonight, her and her roommates were playing rock band or something. I don’t know what happened next. I threw a fit. Hung up and that was that. PATHETIC. I even got on her new guy’s blog and posted a comment about how I would beat his ass if I ever saw him. Yikes. I know. I KNOW! I’m sorry world for being a jack ass.

I passed out then feeling sorry for myself.