So I’m at the bar tonight. It was a “special night” as there was some modeling thing going on and the gorgeous women outnumbered the guys at least 2 to 1. Seemed ideal for me to go… AND wear my “T-Qualizer” shirt since it gets me tons of attention.

Within 5 minutes of being at the bar I had 4 girls come up to me who wanted their pictures taken with me (always a good time). One of them insisted on shoving her tits between my arm for the picture (this amused me since it was her being pervy and not me).

The night calmed down a bit from there and it went on until eventually I struck up a conversation with some other hot model girl who told me I was the coolest guy she had ever met and she wanted to buy me a shot.

She went off to go do that and I had a guy 3 times my size threaten me and tell me that if I went inside he would beat my ass. So I waited until she separated from him and then I walked in and grabbed her and moved her away from “mr. kick my ass”.

Her friends were leaving and so was the angry guy (who gave me another dirty look) and I asked her if she was going with them or me and she choose me. So good start right? So she decides she wants to go get a drink at an Irish pub she knows, but she has REALLY bad sense of direction. I mean she tells me the cross it’s at and I start driving there but she insists that Elliot road is perpendicular to Ray Rd and I try to politely tell her it’s not but she was insistent to keep sending me in the wrong direction to get places and I was willing to let her.

So we eventually show up at a bar that supposedly one of her friends was at. We stay in the car for a minute and make out and then proceed to go in the bar and NOT find her friend. Seems he was not at that bar but at one with the same name at Tempe Marketplace.

Fine, fine whatever… Lets just get on with it.

So we get to this place and she keeps telling me how “in love with me she is” and how “i have never liked a guy enough to introduce him to my co-workers”… blah blah.

So on the way into this bar we get carded and I show my Rarotonga license (the only one I have since Arizona cop stole my Arizona license a month ago and I never got another one), and the guy won’t let me into the bar.

He insists that he will only let me in with a passport if I don’t have an Arizona ID. I say “DUDE, I am nearly 28 years old”, but he just spouts some crap about policy and won’t let me in.

So the girl goes (Georgia) goes in and I talk to her over the fence. Then she gets kicked out by one of the guys that works there because he says she’s drunk. She however sees it as her getting kicked out because she was talking to me (on the outside). So she walks around to go back in.

Since I could not go back in I asked her if we were done then and she kept saying NO… No No, of course not. However I didn’t see how it could work any other way. She was in, and I was out so I just walked off and drove home.

Never did get her number. Suppose I could have gotten it if I tried, but I was rather annoyed that I couldn’t get into a bar for the first time ever and the girl who kept telling me how much she adored me was able to get in.

Anyway, it’s cool. It’s just one more thing to boost my confidence. Though I really need to start getting pictures with all these hot girls I am dating.