Another Friday Night

So at the urging of a few of my friends from back in Boston I decided to try going out again and hitting the bar scene. So I went to the Wine Cafe and sat down at the bar with a glass of wine to listen to some live jazz. This is one venue in which going to Gordon did not serve me well. I have no idea how to react in these places. So when the lead guitarist for the jazz band saddled up next to me at the bar all my defences were rendered useless. We started talking about how I thought the first set had gone. We had been chatting for a few minutes when he asked what I was drinking. I told him it was a reisling. He asked what that was, and I told him it was a late harvest sweet wine. And he says, "Ah, sweet wine, you probably like it because you're so sweet." (I kid you not, I can't make stuff like this up.) He then takes my left hand and runs his thumb over my ring finger and says "so, if this finger is empty does that mean your single?"

Ack! I have never been so blatenly hit on in my life. Seriously. I'm just that clueless that I had no idea what was going on until those last two lines and by then it was too late to put on the fake engagement ring that was in my purse. (After telling Eric this story he informed me that the second I walked into the bar it was too late to put it on, aparently its one of the first thing guys look for, shoota.) I think I need to find a new venue to meet people in, either that or get a better radar for when I am being shamelessly hit on and get out while I still can. Oy vay.