Commandment II: Push. (a.k.a. Pushy Girls)

Nobody likes 'em.

Trouble is, nobody likes to work with 'em either.  Or work period, really.  Especially with girls.  They wanna just hang out with 'em. 

So henceforth, if you are a girl, who likes to work, and wants to get things done, you're gonna have to be a little pushy, and ergo, you're gonna have to get used to not being liked once or twice in a while.

One-night stand or no demand?

So I met a guy here last night.  And by "met a guy" I mean met a guy that I'm actually kind of into, went out with the guy, had drinks with the guy, and slept with the guy.  That's what I meant, by "met a guy."  So now I'm gonna have to retract.  I didn't in fact meet a guy.

I met a guy.  At this bar downtown.  I went there after spending the day bar-shopping.  Which is like window-shopping and bar-hopping combined... as in shopping around for a possible gig at one of these places... which was kind of a bust, I think... Right after Christmas, depressing lonely Nashville Christmas, when no one was on point or seemingly interested in answering my questions... For the most part, they've been pretty helpful down here, so far, even though a lot of the helpful advice has been-- ya want a gig?  You should play country then... Sigh... Anyway.


I went to this bar downtown after the day bar-shopping-- not looking to shop, just wanting a drink for a change.

And this guy Brandon introduces himself and I go sit with him and his friends, who were pretty cool, with some exceptions, naturally, and they were just about to leave to go to a party at one of their places, and invited me to come along.

The party was kinda nuts, I mean the people were kinda nuts, it was Brandon's friend (uhhh insert name here)'s place.  He's a musician, like everyone down here (except Brandon) and there were a lot of weird little jealousies and rivalries and weed and booze and weird sexual dynamics and mismatched seeming couples and like, in other words, a party...

But the Brandon guy- cool as hell.  And cute.  And me- wasted.  And... something... And actually, whole night- kind of a blur. 

All I remember is that at one point we were making out in the kitchen, and then, he's giving me a ride home, and, I thought we'd been flirting and like, making out in the kitchen, but, maybe I made that part up, because he just goes- "Is this your place here?... Okay, good night." 

???

Maybe it's like, a Tennessee thing?

Is that it? 

I don't know if he asked for my number even, but whether he did or not, it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference, as I currently don't have a phone. 

Actually... come to think of it... I think we made plans to hang out...

And, I don't bloody remember them for the life of me.

Goddamnit.