Still Got It … Kinda … Maybe Not
We can either go forward or backwards in the evening but the Friday that we spent in Vancouver was good test of my endurance.
After our train ride up from Seattle, CB and I had lunch at the hotel restaurant, took a long walk down Robson Street and then headed towards Yaletown. There we had beer and oysters at Rodney’s (which had a bartender so cute that it hurt me a little), espresso at Raw Canvas and then headed to dinner at Bin 941 (which served this duck breast with pancetta, goat cheese and truffle oil salad that was so good that it hurt me a little too).
After dinner we headed towards a place called the Railway Club. While we were there, CB and I happened to strike up a long conversation with a Day Trader and a Finance Regulator (of all people). The latter called bloggers the “scourge of the earth” and said that bourbon was disgusting (which by the way, is something akin to insulting my mother). I wanted to hate him but it’s so rare that you find someone who describes themselves as “Beautiful Mind smart.” (Seriously, he said a “Beautiful Mind smart!” More than once!) How could you hate such bravado? What an asshole.
The Day Trader was a bit dull, but then again I am dull, so what the fuck do I have to complain about? I wanted to “almost” hate him too but he was too cordial and kept shelling out for cabs and beers and such. With that in mind, I will have to call him top-notch. TOP NOTCH! (Even if he did suck down Red Bulls and vodka like an Olsen Twin.)
We all ended up going to two more bars, of which I can’t remember the names of because our new Canadian friends took us there. (You know, because I’ve worked through all of my trust issues in therapy and I now have graduated to trusting complete random strangers to take me to places that I’ve never been to.) As I recall, one place had a hockey jersey as the centerpiece of the mahogany laden bar (Canadians love their hockey!) and the other place was brightly lit, sported these Ikea stools and had a lot of flat screens playing 80′s music like Def Leppard and Bon Jovi. If any of you Vancouver readers can enlighten me, please do.
In order to gild the lily, we were whisked away to the Edgewater Casino for a night of craps table fun, but in the end CB and I decided to ditch the gambling scene in order to drink some more and people watch. To our good fortune, the casino bartender was completely adorable and young and irreverent which made the younger me completely fall madly in love with him for a FULL HOUR because of the fact that he was completely young, adorable and irreverent. How could you not?
At the end of his shift he handed me a piece of paper and said out loud and clear, “Here is the number for the VD doctor that you asked for.” He did this while there was some jackass talking to me about his Native Pride and about how he was a descendant of Genghis Khan and about how responsible he was and how he took care of his women … yada, yada, yaaaaaawwwnnnnn. All I could think was, “What’s a VD doctor? What does that mean?”
Since I am so pathetically out of touch with dating it was not till waaaaaaay later did I realize that it was actually his number. That he was trying to imply that I had a venereal disease so that the Son of Genghis Khan would leave me alone. He was also implying that I should call him because he is young, adorable and irreverent and that perhaps I am two out of three of those things … and that maybe we should get married or something like that because after an hour of me sitting there punch drunk, I MUST BE IRRESISTIBLE, RIGHT?
Or perhaps it was more like, let’s skip all of that falling in love and marriage talk and at least get to practicing making babies part. You know, cause he is a hot, young bartender.
Oh God, I am so bad at this.
Viva la Canada!
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Oh so good..takes me back to the day…
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This made my day. I, too, am ridiculously oblivious to those types of advances. I would probably have been offended that he implied I had a venerial disease! : )
Hahaha! I LOVE IT!
After my marriage ended I was pretty oblivious and out of practice. And stunned when I was hit on/asked out by not one but two different 19 year old males. NINETEEN! I was 33 or 34 at the time. I’ve been dating younger, but not *that* young. Damn.
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Those bartender guys to tend to be “super delicious.”
) But then again, they are bartenders and probably have practice passing numbers to hot babes like you. 
) But hey! YOU STILL GOT IT! I mean, the good looking ones don’t pass their numbers UNLESS they like what they see. Hope you are able to look back on that and smile and bask in the fact that YOU ARE still beautiful and still have that special spark worth noticing!
Woo hoo, go Giyen! That story is priceless. A good line to remember next time I need to bail out a friend getting hit on by “that guy.”
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His tactics are incredibly amusing — giving out his phone number while chasing away the competition. You are definitely an amazing woman.
Also, I have to laugh about the Financial Regulator proclaiming he’s “a beautiful mind” smart. So, who tagged along with him that you couldn’t see?
Ooooooh sounds like Giyen went out and got her some F.U.N….. woooohooo! Here’s to hot bartenders
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I once had a a guy ask if I’d make him breakfast…. I didn’t get it. As I was leaving with my girlfriend I told her and she just about died laughing as she told me he was hitting on me. LOL
Just kills me, the cute people never know they’re cute. You are adorable, funny, smart …all of it. How come you don’t know that.? WHy wouldn’t he flirt with you???? It’s always the cute ones that never know just how cute they are, and how people would love to get to know you.