Sunday Night Surprise

It is Sunday night and I am walking home after dinner with some of the fellas. While leaving the restaurant I was able to score the phone number of the new cute waitress. She wrote it down on a piece of paper she tore from our bill. It reads, “call me, 555-555-5555, Simple Sue.” I place the scrap of paper in my shirt pocket for safe keeping. Perhaps a little celebration is in order.

I walk into the Local Pub for a quick victory drink. Many of the usual faces are present. All welcoming and waiting for some friendly chatter. I talk to my bartender buddy while showing off my new trophy.

“Ohhhh, very nice. Good work my friend.” he says with a grin, “…so who’s the guy?”

“Haha, real funny. You asshole.”

We continue to bust each other’s balls until I am finally served my drink. I take a look around to see if there are any females worthy of talking to. I glance towards the dart board and who do I see but none other than Darty Diane.

Diane is surrounded by a bunch of guys all playing darts; all competing for her attention. She looks over and sees me. We lock eyes. I give her a mischievous smile. Like a tractor beam she immediately comes to me. She gives me a big hug.

“Hey you, what’s going on?”

“Oh, I was just walking by and somehow thought you might be in here.” I reply

We banter with each other and she eventually points out that she is here with her friend. Diane points to the friend across the bar. Holy crap, it’s Jameson Jane, a cute girl I tried picking up back in January. Jane looks over at us and waves. I smile and wave back but don’t go over as she seems to be with her boyfriend. It’s probably best not to get the guy jealous, besides, the real focus is with Diane.

We chat some more but eventually the wolves start to circle. Soon, there is a random guy interjecting into our conversation. Then another one. Until finally, the vultures pick me clean. Diane is now back in the group that I had found her and my beer is almost gone.

Unless I feel like battling six other guys for her attention there is nothing else I can do. I don’t want to act needy and I know that I’ll see Diane again, so I decide to leave. I signal to her that I’m departing. She smiles and waves goodnight.

I walk into my bedroom, throw off my shoes and reach into my shirt pocket. I pull out tonight’s real prize and place it on the nightstand. Not too shabby for a mere Sunday night.