This Hot Girl Can Drink Like An Irishman – And I Like That In A Hot Girl
I was chasing down another blonde – Tiffany was her name and she looked every bit the part – when I was stopped by this particular blonde.
She was parked at the bar at a place called Barnacles, a locals-mainly dive a few blocks from the primary party place of Pier Plaza in Hermosa Beach, CA. I often like pop in there for a couple of drinks after striking out, er, visiting, at other places in this Southern California beach town.
Tiffany was on the patio but this blonde was sitting alone (a rarity here) and was seated half seated out into the aisle – as opposed to facing the bar – as if to say “hey, come here and talk to me!”
So I did, of course, and you would, too. She was good looking, had big boobs and talked like a guy. “Hey you’re me in a girl’s body!,” I said.
There happened to be a spot open at the bar next to hear so I leaned in, ordered a drink and, well, that’s when things began to spin out of control. This girl (whose name I forgot the moment she told it to me because, well, I was too focused on other things about her) could drink like an Irishman.
Somewhere along the way, I switched from beer to a rum and Diet (there’re only 5-6 bucks at Barnacles and have that dive bar big-time pour), she ordered shots, I in turn ordered shots and, well, we were suddenly partying like it was St. Patrick’s Day.
Okay it WAS St. Patrick’s Day but that’s beside the point. This girl is one 365-St. Paddy’s Day party.
Somewhere along the way I managed to make an excuse to “go say hi to my friend on the patio” and went and said a few slurry words to Tiffany. I learned that she is a flight attendant and knows a fellow flight attendant friend of mine. I think we followed each other on Instagram, but I’m a little unclear on the details because I’m pretty sure she didn’t she gave me her phone number (I did not have a text later) or her Facebook.
I meet so many girls in bars that I often forget what my follow-up with them was and I’m not very good at names, either. Perhaps that explains why I’m a great conversation starter – hey I’ve got game! – but too rarely ever turn that into dates.
By the time I got back to the other blonde, an entourage had joined her. They were three girls and they were all good looking! Sure, now when I have no wingman (my wing woman friend had just left; in fact I was holding her beer).
We had a few more laughs, shots and drinks and I started to fade the second blonde was still going strong. She was also spending as much time talking to her friends as to me, as opposed to before when I had her exclusive attention, and so I pulled the ripcord and staggered outside to get a ride home.
I did, tho, be sure to get her number. I texted her the photo which I put in this post but as of this writing have not heard back from her. So maybe I have to run into in Barnacles again. That means I’ve got to go into the bar a few times and when I do, be prepared to get hammered because, as I pointed out earlier in this post, that girl can drink.
Cheers!
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