I have spent three nights together with my co-worker. I think this means that we are dating. And I am ok with this. His nickname (without the approval of Her Highness) will be Stock Boy. I tried to think of something more scandalous but came up with nothing. We spent the night together Saturday, Monday and last night.
Last night, without rehearsal, I was able to get an early start on the kareoke. I had met this guy last week who was in town on business. I was sitting at a table by myself looking for another song to sing. He walked over to me and asked me why I was sitting by myself after being a kareoke rockstar. We started chatting because he wasn't creepy. He was intelligent and nice and wicked attractive. But then he left.
So this week, before Stock Boy got to Novaks, this guy shows up and starts talking to me. It was nice. He was flirting. He thought I was funny. I still hadn't figured out what the story with the co-worker was, so I flirted back. So Stock Boy shows up and this guy (Greg) is flirting with me. The mating dance was on.
Greg talks about songs I should sing. Depressing song comes on. I say not as depressing as Careless Whisper. He suggests I sing this. I tell story about college and dance. I tell him I dance to that song not sing. Stock Boy sits back angrily smoking. I start talking to Stock Boy about how gay dancing was in college and my college experience. Greg steals back the conversation. I go up to sing. I was a little nervous. I get back and tell them that I was nervous and that my ears feel like they are burning. They both grab my ears and give me a hug at the same time. Both give each other the look of "I found him first". Tension is rising.
Stock Boy retreats to a table not far away while Greg and I get drinks. This is when Stock Boy ups his game. When I invite Greg to the table, Stock Boy grabs my leg and kisses me on the cheek. Stock Boy then makes an attempt to sit on my leg while I am on a bar stool. I continue to have casual conversation with Greg about his work and his friends. Stock Boy knows he has won at this point. Greg knows he has lost. Greg gathers his stuff, leaving half a drink, and tells us that he is heading back to his hotel. Before he goes though, he gets my number so we can hang out when he gets back to town. Greg has not given up.
Mating dances are fun. And yes, I am a bad person. But who could let a hot guy from out of town get mixed in with the wrong crowd while he is here. I must take him under my wing.