How to Get a Date?

My friend, Aubrey, has this theory: The only thing that you need to get a date is another date. At first I was very confused by this logic. How could having a date get you another date?

According to Aubrey, men can just sense it. They KNOW that you are a desired commodity. Maybe it’s a competition thing or knowing that you are desired. Maybe it is the confidence that having an impending date gives you. I’m not sure which it is but I am starting to agree with her. Every time I have a date, I seem to find new men. It’s not like I always have dates but it seems like they come in waves (and usually in the summer when I am tan - tans also provide confidence). This past weekend was one to prove again that old Aub was right.

After a day of drinking margaritas, it was time to meet up with my roommate’s fiancé and his rugby team at a bar. Now keeping in mind that I had consumed a large amount of tequila up until this point (6 PM) … it was a perfect opportunity to go into a bar full of meatheads. I am not sure if it was the 4 margaritas already consumed or the low-cut (and braless) sundress I was wearing, but I was the most popular chick at the bar – at least I thought so.

Keep in mind I had agreed to go on a date the upcoming Tuesday with a guy I met online (this date was subsequently cancelled due to the fact that this guy totally freaked me out and he had a country accent on top of it - I don't do country accents). So in my tequila haze I started talking to the rugby players. One in particular found an interest in me and there was an exchange of phone numbers. Let’s keep in mind that after a few Pabst Blue Ribbons (Do NOT judge - they were free) at the bar I would have given my number to a small cat had it asked.

But Rugby Guy seems perfectly nice and smart. He has a good job and we talked at the bar for a while. I don’t know how credible I was at the end of this conversation but he still called on the following Monday. And he called. He did not take the cowards way out and text. We chatted for over a half and hour an it was not even (that) awkward.

So even though nothing will probably come of it and I do not actually HAVE said date, it makes me feel good that he did call! See, I don’t need an online dating service and it has only been a few weeks.

I have game.

This proves the theory – All you need to get a date is another date …. Or possibly a fifth of tequila and a skimpy sundress. Whatever works.

On another note: As the night progressed and we left rugby bar (this was def a good call by us because nobody would have been calling me had I stayed in their presence), I have officially lost one of my Rainbow flip flops … as well as a small chunk of my toe. If anyone has seen those somewhere in the metropolitan area, it would be appreciated. Thank you.