I like to preach that taking chances – especially in the dating arena – is generally a good thing.
That said, I’m terrible at taking my own advice. I’m very timid when it comes to dating and doing things that could potentially get me dates. The few times I’ve done ballsy things in the pursuit of a date, it hasn’t really resulted in much.
But it can, as I’ve recently found out, pay off.
On Sept. 6, I found myself (as I have so many times in the past) at the Abbey Pub for the monthly free Tossers show the first Friday of the month. I was by myself, enjoying some Irish music and several glasses of Jameson on the rocks.
The waitress who made sure my Jameson glass remained full was very sweet and looked like someone who would be right up my alley. Great smile, tattoos, calm and easygoing demeanor.
The show ended and I was full of whiskey, though not sloppy. I told the waitress I’d like to close my tab. She brings me my receipt to sign and I do. But I do more than that. I write my name and phone number on the back of the customer copy, along with a note asking her to give me a call if she ever wanted to have a drink with me. In my world, that’s pretty ballsy. I blame the whiskey.
Some time goes by and I don’t hear anything from her. I’m not really surprised. She was a young, attractive waitress who probably got hundreds of phone numbers from customers and probably didn’t respond to any of them. So I put it out of my mind.
Fast forward to Nov. 1. Again I’m at the Abbey to see the Tossers. I sit down at a table and she’s there. She comes up to me and says hi very excitedly. We exchange greetings and then she surprises me. She said she’s glad I came because she lost my phone number after that last show. So I get a napkin and write it down again for her (yes, I know the phone-number-on-napkin thing is kind of trite, but I also think it’s kind of cute) and tell her I’d like to have a drink with her. She says she’d like that.
The end result is that we’re going out this week. Wednesday, in fact, as it’s her night off.
I’ve had a spell of bad dating luck of late, so this was nice. Hell, it may only be one date. But the mere fact that she cared enough that she lost my number to ask me for it again was a huge confidence boost.
The long and the short is that I’m glad I finally took my own advice and took a chance. Even if this lady and I only hang out once, it’s worth it.