pseudo-stalker or mullet boy part 2 

when we last left off, yours truly had just been drawn away from my mediocre pint of guinness by a voice that implied recognition. the shock of being recognized did little to ease my guarded demeanor. i turned ever so slowly to size up the inquisitor hoping beyond hope that i'd be able to deny knowing him and could continue sipping my beverage in peace.

i forced a smile and willed myself not to stare at the receding hairline he tried to hide with a partial mullet. there would be no denying. not tonight. i'd seen him too many times in the hallways. his smile was more welcoming (read: disarming) outside the glow of institutional lighting and i hesitated only slightly when he asked me to join him and his friends. i might have managed to resist had i not seen the serial killer twitch at the overheard offer. at which point my brain issued two direct orders: grab beer. RUN!

seated safely amongst a handful of burly beer drinking men, i barely gave another thought to the serial killer and the fate that might have awaited me if the mullet hadn't shown up. i made a conscious effort not to make too much eye contact and crossed and uncrossed my legs with the greatest of care as not to initiate any accidental contact. while i was grateful for the both the safe refuge and the beer that kept appearing in front of me at no cost, displaying signs that could be construed as romantic interest would just be cruel.

maybe it was the beer...or the shot that i protested...but the hours flew and i found myself yet again hearing the bartender announce last call. drug back to reality by the lights that flickered on and my watch reading 2am, i quickly said my goodbyes and headed for the door. not quickly enough as the mullet was half a step behind me almost bumping into me as i stopped to locate my keys. he mumbled something about having a great time and what were the odds that we'd end up in the same seedy bar at the same exact time. i continued to unlock my car and agreed that i had had fun. he offered his number. i plugged it into the cell. he metioned that he'd like to have mine but he didn't have a pen. i smiled, said goodbye, and shut the car door.  ¶ 11:30 AM 0 comments |