The 100 Girls, 100 Days Project

Age: ??

Height: 5’7ish in heels

Hair Color: Blonde

Method:  Old Fashioned

Advancement: A double

A friend of mine was home for the weekend, so we hit Manhattan up, while drinking our Manhattans up. My night was crammed with bright lights, dark drinks, and unseasonably slutty dresses. I guess they didn’t get the memo that, much like Labor Day and white, you can’t wear skimpy after Halloween.

So, I’m at one of my favorite bars, an underground dive in the East Village. I’m not exactly for crowded bars where you spend twenty minutes trying to get a drink you down in five seconds because the math doesn’t work out in the drink: buzz ratio.

I see this pretty blonde girl sitting a few stools down with her friend out of my peripheral, and I resort to the ol’ standby, classic-guy maneuver. I went up with the confident two-drink swagger, and made some small talk, buying her a drink. I tested out a little self-deprecation, and it worked. My friend, stand up guy that he is, made small talk with the friend to help the distraction, even though he has a lady friend. After a few drinks, she went outside to smoke. I am nothing if not an avid second-hand smoker, as well as a gentleman, so I joined her. I don’t know how, but it led to us doing some stuff in the back alley.

I wish there was more to this story, but that was essentially the extent of it. We stopped after a few minutes, went back to our friends talked a little bit more, and then said adieu.