Thursday, March 24, 2011

Flummoxed, with a smile on my face



I wonder if that guy, sitting next to me at the Matchbox bar last night, was telling the truth. He was spinning all kinds of crazy tales about covert ops and the politics of international "intelligence," and his role within that system. I would have guessed CIA but he said some disparaging things about that organization. He seemed to know a lot about a lot, but who knows? At the bar, people tend to exaggerate a bit - or a lot - unless they're there all the time, like I am. I really can't spin tall tales of my feats of extraordinary massage therapy ... as if there is such a thing ... because any number of my clients might show up at any second. Hmmm.... keeps me honest.

So, though this man went on and on about his exploits, I wasn't concerned about whether or not what he was saying was true. I was a lot more interested in the fact that I was having a lively conversation with a tall, broad-shouldered, smart, charismatic, handsome, sexy man who did not appear to be too young for me. That never happens to me. Usually the men who find a seat next to me (in bars and in life), are complicated, neurotic, and freakishly Woody Allen-esque.

A big ole manly guy. Wow. I was basking in the manly glow, feeling mighty girly. Yeah.

I was flirting, I guess, though I'm very rusty in that department, having not flirted with anyone for a number of years. But I must have been flirting because he was genuinely surprised when I said it was time for me to go home. He was so shocked that he wasn't coming with me. He'd been drinking which I believe is why he blurted out, incredulously, "You don't want to have sex with me?" The idea that I might not take him home was inconceivable to him. I started laughing. He was confident, wow. There was nothing Woody-Allenish about him.

Yum.

On my way home, the sky opened. Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and the rain poured down. This of course gave me the giggles, oh yeah. It's spring, and though I did not take that guy home to seal the deal, I really had fun last night. What, I ask you, is NOT to love about the Matchbox bar?

16 comments:

Vicki said...

Good for you Reya! HAving fun is what life is all about. You go girl! Love you!

lines n shades said...

lovely pictures... how subtle and happy they look :)

linda said...

I think you are just the coolest!

By saying goodnight and going home alone, you just upped your 'desirability factor' by a gazillion.

I predict he'll be back. Hopefully next week. Gotta love Spring.

Reya Mellicker said...

I kind of doubt I'll ever see him again. I've never seen him in the Matchbox before. But you never know.

I wanted to take a picture of him, was waiting for him to go to the bathroom, but he never did. Dang, man.

ellen abbott said...

how cool is that? he probably thought you were all starry eyed with his tales of intrigue. I would have loved to have seen his face. it's probably worked for him plenty but I agree with Linda.

janis said...

are you sure you didn't take him home? maybe the thunder & lightening was..uhm ...
jk
once again LOVE you photos!
You are so amazing Reya~ love you♥

Val said...

lucky him to find you to talk to for the evening :)

Linda Sue said...

Right on Ms. Goddess of the Matchbox! So pleased that you denied - the angels of spring fever are singing your praises! You are AWESOME!

Reya Mellicker said...

He mostly talked AT me, not to me. He sure was cute, though.

Elizabeth said...

Flirting is wonderful..........
I seem to remember it was anyway ..... from several millennia ago.
Good on you not taking him home.
But really I'm drooling over the blossom picture.
love you

NanU said...

An excellent evening indeed!

Tom said...

next time i'll meet you at the matchbox for a shnootful. I love coming here everyday, to see your beautiful southern trees. what a great city for gardeners!

Whitney Lee said...

Perhaps there is a side of yourself you've been neglecting...
What fun it is to be hit on! I seem to remember what it was like, rather vaguely.

Reya Mellicker said...

Me, too - vaguely!!

Tom I can't believe you would EVER be willing to return to DC after being melted every day last year. But ... please DO come back.

steven said...

zzzzing! spring! blossoms! flirting! joy of joys! it's all still there after being hidden inside the wintry ways of winter . . . . . steven

ShirleyAnn said...

The Matchbox Bar...I love it. Makes me want to go there, and be 20 years younger. Here's to your having a great Spring.