tonight at martini ranch a girl bought me a drink.

to my recollection, with the exception of women i already knew, i've never had a girl buy me a drink. but here it was. a drink. vanilla stoli and coke. payed for by the girl at the bar with the pig-tails. hmmm.

paul:"so what's the etiquette on this type of thing?"
me:"i don't know. should i go over there? i guess i could just give her the drink raise and mouth 'thank you.' her friend is really cute."

after several minutes of contemplation, and after the two very bulky guys that were talking to them wandered to another set of women, i stood up and approached them at the bar.

me:"hi. i wanted to thank you for the drink."
pig-tails:"oh, you're welcome. i told the waitress not to tell you who it was from."
me:"well that was very nice. i'm mark. "
pig-tails:"i'm c."
cute friend:"i'm k."
me: "nice to meet you both."
cute friend:"so what are you drinking?"
me:"stoli vanilla and coke'
cute friend:"mmm. that's a great drink"
me: smiling big
pig-tails: silent
cute friend:"she wanted to meet you."

silence.

look, people. there's no great letter-to-penthouse ending to this. i was a doofus and, after thanking her again and expressing my pleasure in meeting them, sauntered back to the table where paul waited, and sat back down.

moments later, i was struck with the brilliant idea to actually invite them over to our table to sit and chat. moments too late, however. they were now surrounded by four uptown gentlemen who, unlike myself, had mastered the art of not being a dork around pretty women.

well, pig-tails, i'm sorry that i didn't take more initiative.

can i get your cute friend's phone number?