I thought "No Words" was an appropriate title to explain my date that I went on last night. By the end of the date, I sat there, alone in this bar thinking, "What the hell just happened here?"
It all started when this guy that I matched with on Tinder contacted me yesterday at work. He was a nice guy and he wanted to get together and watch the Blackhawks game. Not really having any other plans and my need for a PBR was insatiable, I decided shots of whiskey and Blackhawks sounded pretty good! I knew he was a little rough around the edges, which is what I tend to be drawn to (I know, I know… everyone has been on my case lately about going after the wrong kind of guys. But, I like what I like). Homie had tattoos all over and big beard. Queue the R Kelly song “My mind is telling me no….. but my body…. My body is telling me yes!”
I hop in my Uber which happened to be a blacked out Chrysler. I felt like a ghetto video girl stepping out of my blacked out town car, but instead of Timberlands, it was flats. Back to reality. I get to the bar and head towards the back where he’s sitting with his roommate. HOLY HAGGARD! Dude looked like he had just been on tour with GWAR for six months straight. He had already taken probably seven shots of whiskey and smoked like ten pounds of weed. He looked like Pig Pen from Charlie Brown – a cloud of weed surrounding him at all times. He told me what he does for work. “I grow weed up in Michigan and sell to dispensaries where I consult on patients with health issues that can be cured with weed.” That explained the weed cloud. I didn’t think much of it until we get to talking about the bar we were at and how I really liked it. He casually mentioned “Yeah, we’re doing a fundraiser here in the next couple of weeks, so it should be a good turn out!” I asked him what the fundraiser was for and he responded, “For me.”
I thought I heard him wrong or I thought he meant he was organizing the fundraiser. So I asked him again what the fundraiser was for and he said, “I got diagnosed with stage 2 brain cancer nine months ago… along with Parkinson’s and Epilepsy.” My face was priceless. My mouth shot open and I couldn’t help but try to catch my breath. As some of you know, my brother in-law got diagnosed with cancer at 29 and is currently undergoing chemo. So, I told him about all that and tried to relate to him. But, what could I do? He obviously didn’t give a damn – he was blasting cigs and joints all night. Not to mention taking so many shots of whiskey, that at 10:30pm, he tapped me on the shoulder, eyes rolling in the back of his head and said, “I’m way too fucked up. I gotta go home” and left me at the bar alone.
I sat there and finished my PBR thinking – what the fuck just happened here? I mean, why wouldn’t this happen to me? I couldn’t help but smile because…THIS IS MY LIFE!