I'm back!!
I did go to the wine bar and have a nice fried slice of pound cake with strawberries and whip cream and a glass of Bricco Riella Moscato D'Asti.
Then I mosey on over to watch a nice band. They are actually a family business. It was nice to watch. However, there was a slight glitch. When I entered the room, I immediately got stares. Me Black, them White; except the Black male drummer. This didn't bother me but with alcohol in the mix, curiosity could turn tragic.
I find a seat and there is a guy sitting 4 feet away from me and I can tell he's attracted when he sees me. It's tight at the bar and he moves the seat that is between us. His friend finally joins us at the bar and he is DRUNK!! He tries to talk to me and starts asking if I wanted some Hennessy and saying, "Yes I'm stereotyping your. I'm stereotyping you." I ask him what he is talking about. He takes off and his friend says he is crazy. He's attractive and starts asking me where I am from. I can tell he is really really drunk so I try to keep my responses brief. He then asks me if I am an undercover cop. I say yes and give him a shushing gester.
The band gets on stage and it's going fine until the really drunk guy returns and starts trying to touch my arm. I told him to NEVER put his hands on me.
He shuts up for a minute then he and his friend are back at it trying to get my attention. I wave him off. His friend all of a sudden starts yelling, "YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS, YOU'RE NOT INTO WHITE GUYS! YOUR NOT INTO WHITE GUYS." (Which defies logic, when I am clearly attending a White bar) The yeller tries to touch my arm and I tell him if he does, we are going to have a big problem. I decided to just remove myself from that area.
As soon as I sit down I met the most charming brother and sister duo who are senior citizens. They asked me to dance and the three of us whooped it up on the floor. They were the aunt and uncle to the band members and were just so sweet and nice to me. The brother even bought me a drink. They kind of reminded me of Hobbits. They were so short and cute. The sister danced with her shoes off and I don't know if it was the alcohol but I could swear she had hairy feet.
erplexed We took pictures together and the sister wanted to exchange information so we did that.
Later I noticed those guys were gone. Perhaps they were thrown out. The bouncer was standing in that area now.
I've decided that although it was fun bars are not the best way to meet guys. I meet interesting people who could be friends so far. That's more than enough.