Solo bar activity
Tonight I found myself with an hour to kill whilst I waited for my brother and his girlfriend. I decided I’d find a bar in which to have a glass of wine and catch up on some life admin (it is a bank holiday, after all).
Whilst waiting to order said vino at the bar, a pleasant and attractive man offered to buy me a drink. “Oh no, please don’t worry,” I replied (stupid British me).
Then, when consuming my large glass of sav, another man struck up conversation with me. We spent the good part of an hour talking; it flowed, but I didn’t fancy him. I thought he was taller than me (tick) until I realised we were standing on a ramp, me the lower part. Plus, he finished his sentences with “ya”. So much so, that I began to mirror him and we ended up sounding like the ‘mine’ seagulls in ‘Finding Nemo’.
Buy, hey, it was pleasant. And I learnt two valuable things this evening:
Lesson number 4: don’t be so British.
Lesson number 5: real people do exist and converse beyond a screen.