I'm an idiot.
Last night, after pounding out my column in less than a half hour (hey, PIC has editors), I finished my laundry and headed up to the Local Pub for a dose of Monday Night Football.
There I witnessed the beginning (and possibly the end) of the Tony Romo era, as well as the second time I've passed up a chance at a chick in the last few weeks.
Now, the first time I passed up a chance at a chick was understandable. I was watching the St. Louis Cardinals in the LDS. I mean, it had to be done. Plus, I was also writing a running diary and didn't want to explain why I kept typing stuff during the action breaks. To keep adding to the excuse plusses here, I should also state that she's one of my neighbors and I kinda like my new place.
But last night? Last night I passed up a chance to get laid because?get this shit?I wanted to make sure I got home and went to bed so I could be well rested at work the next day.
I mean, what kind of a man does that?
(Don't answer that.)
Basically, last night, as I was leaving the Local Pub, a very cute, genuinely built, young girl had too much to drink. And, despite the fact that I'd only spoken a few words to her all night, she decided to grope me on my way out of the bar. She grabbed me in a slow dance pose for a long time, kissed me lightly on the neck (arousing the hell out of me) and ordered me to stay.
And these words came out of my mouth:
(For the record, it was about ten minutes to 1AM. Have I mentioned that I'm an idiot, yet? Because that piece of info is important.)
And her mouth dropped open. I mean, she couldn't believe what I was doing.
She tried half-heartedly to convince me to stay, realized how desperate she looked and took a step back.
God, I'm an idiot.