A Few Missed Opportunities

So last night I went out with a few people from work. Let me preface the evening:

First of all, it kind of irks me how work people plan to get together, then all flake out at the last minute. Our get-together last night was the result of three attempts to make something work out for the sake of a girl's birthday. Actually, it was for two girls, but one of them (we'll call her Staten Island,) kept flaking out at the last minute.

I've gone out quite a bit with people from work over the last year. It's understandable, as they are the closest I have to friends since we work together every day.

What started getting me mad was that SI kept flaking out in the last minute. I've hung out with her here and there at work, and once on a night out. She's cool, but her flakiness as of late were really getting on my nerves. She even lied to other people, saying that she didn't know about our plans for dinner, etc... WTF??

Needless to say, she didn't come (and I think we don't need to invite her next time...)

But B did come, and that was cool.

Dinner was great. There were six of us there. B went to dinner for someone else's b-day (another girl we used to work with,) and met us up for a drink later.

I thought our bartender was pretty cute. She made French Martinis for the girls. As I went to pay our tab when our table went up, I told her to use orange vodka next time. It was kind of forceful and cocky, and I remember thinking how I never talked to a girl like that before. One of the guys next to me said, "Sure, the good-looking guy comes and talks to her..."

Now, I secretly think of myself as "dashing," but never in a James-bond kind of way. I would never say "hot." But something about that made me feel very confident. The bartender handed me the tab, saying, "Here you go, Mister ____________." She even used my first name, which threw me off for a bit. We had a bit of an exchange.

ME: And you are?
HER: Miss P_____ (didn't catch that.)
ME: Is that Greek?
HER: Yes. But call me Pamela.
ME: Nice to meet you, Pamela.
HER: I've never made it with orange vodka.
ME: Yeah. It's like you make it with a kamikaze.
HER: I never made one of those before.

Now I could have said a few things here, like, "Well, maybe I could show you sometime, if you'd like to get a drink?", or, "Perhaps you'd like to tell me your favorite drinks after work or something?" But, no, I didn't say anything.

I missed my chance (again.)

We then went to a Halloween party. There were a few hundred people crammed into this large loft. I immediately went to the loo and as I passed, a really cute girl in a bunny outfit reached out for me. Because I was a little buzzed, I wasn't paying attention, but she liked the fact I had bunny ears on. As I was waiting in line, I was checking her out-- she was pretty hot. But I didn't say anything-- again.