Learning from our mistakes

George Santayana wrote in The Life of Reason that “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

That, apparently, is a lesson I need to learn, at least when it comes to dating. I’ll explain.

Last Friday, as I have so many times before. I went to the Abbey Pub. I was there for the same reason I’d been there many times before: It was the first Friday of the month and members of The Tossers (the band whose song “Where the Beer and Whiskey Flow” I stole for the title of this blog) were playing their monthly, free “First Friday” show. It’s an unplugged show and it’s always a wild time.

And this particular Friday, I had a date with me. It was someone I’d been out with a couple times before. But that night was our last date.

I was sort of surprised, but looking back, I realize I shouldn’t have been.

You see, I go to the Tossers’ “First Friday” shows pretty much every month and I’ve taken several dates there when I haven’t gone by myself. And without fail, every time I take a date there, it’s the last date I have with that person. And last Friday was no exception.

It doesn’t matter how many dates I’ve been on with someone. If they come with me to see the Tossers on the first Friday of the month at the Abbey Pub, it will be the last date. I’m not sure why.

And yet, even after this happened a couple times, I continued to bring dates there. And every time, like clockwork, it was the last date. If it was a first date, there was no second. If it was a third date, there was no fourth. And so on and so forth.

So I think the time has come to break the pattern. I’ve already invited a buddy of mine to next month’s first Friday show and he’s down for it. But even if something comes up and he can’t make it, I’ll go either by myself or with another friend. I will not bring a date.

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Welcome and sláinte

Welcome one and all to Where the Beer and Whiskey Flow.

This blog has been on hiatus for about a year, but I decided I really needed to start blogging again. The bug never really went away, I guess. But you’re not here for a history lesson. If you want to know a bit about this blog’s history, feel free to check out the “About the blog” page.

I’ll kick off this party with a story.

My buddy David and I were at Sheffield’s over the weekend. Great beer list, by the way. We had a couple beers and made some new friends. Around 1 a.m., we decided to find another spot to end the night. So I bellied up to the bar to close out my tab. As I waited for the bartender, I planted my butt on a stool.

A lady sat down next to me. She was pretty attractive. I smiled at her. She smiled back. I said hi. She said hi. And then things got weird. She asked me if I would be down for a threesome. Until that point, there had been no mention of a ménage à trois. There had been no words out of either of our mouths besides “hi.” But here she was, asking me if I wanted to have sex with her and another guy. She didn’t even know my name.

I politely declined the offer. She asked if I was sure; I said I was. She wished me a good night and walked into the arms of some guy.

So that was my weekend. How was yours?

Sláinte.

 

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