meet theresa (a poor man's rebecca)
getting pretty bored and cold in boulder as it gets later in the nite. stop off at conor o'neill's again for a couple drinks and warmth (hopefully provided by some body heat).
sitting at the bar. drinking pretty slow. can't get drunk while having a broken tail light. just asking for trouble doing that. so, sipping an amstel light. girl walks by. ehh... nice butt? she starts talking to some guy working there. turns around. sees me. i see her. err... face? err... so so? reminds me of a poor man's rebecca (from cheap joe's in boone). interest - tepid.
she comes up to the bar. sits next to me. asks if the seat is taken after having already sat down -
no, no. not at all. what's your name by the way? (i extend my hand) theresa. (she shakes) hey, i'm jamie. nice to meet you. you too. (short pause) do you have a girlfriend? (almost spitting out my beer) uhh... no, no i don't. okay. good. (to the bartender) hey can i get a drink?
they start talking for a little while. she used to work here a couple years ago so she knows everyone. chats with me inbetween her conversation with the bartender. turns out she actually lives in denver. works for a map company there. just up in boulder for a couple hours to see some friends. going back later tonite. tell her i'm just passing thru myself. been here a couple days. been living in the car on the road for the last couple months. she doesn't live here, and i live in a car here... can both sense the prospect of sex diminishing exponentially with each word that comes out of our mouths.
so, twindling my thumbs. checking out the hotter girls over her shoulder. there's a prolonged moment of awkward silence. my specialty. just to spice things up i ask -
so, would even still be sitting next to me right now if i said i had a girlfriend? well, actually?... (thinks about it for a few seconds) no, probably not. but i do really like this seat at the bar. why? were you lying (about having a girlfriend)? no, no. not at all. i wouldn't be on the road if i did (would be home makin sweet sweet love).
she left shortly after that to go dancing with her friends. never to be seen or heard from again...
sitting at the bar. drinking pretty slow. can't get drunk while having a broken tail light. just asking for trouble doing that. so, sipping an amstel light. girl walks by. ehh... nice butt? she starts talking to some guy working there. turns around. sees me. i see her. err... face? err... so so? reminds me of a poor man's rebecca (from cheap joe's in boone). interest - tepid.
she comes up to the bar. sits next to me. asks if the seat is taken after having already sat down -
no, no. not at all. what's your name by the way? (i extend my hand) theresa. (she shakes) hey, i'm jamie. nice to meet you. you too. (short pause) do you have a girlfriend? (almost spitting out my beer) uhh... no, no i don't. okay. good. (to the bartender) hey can i get a drink?
they start talking for a little while. she used to work here a couple years ago so she knows everyone. chats with me inbetween her conversation with the bartender. turns out she actually lives in denver. works for a map company there. just up in boulder for a couple hours to see some friends. going back later tonite. tell her i'm just passing thru myself. been here a couple days. been living in the car on the road for the last couple months. she doesn't live here, and i live in a car here... can both sense the prospect of sex diminishing exponentially with each word that comes out of our mouths.
so, twindling my thumbs. checking out the hotter girls over her shoulder. there's a prolonged moment of awkward silence. my specialty. just to spice things up i ask -
so, would even still be sitting next to me right now if i said i had a girlfriend? well, actually?... (thinks about it for a few seconds) no, probably not. but i do really like this seat at the bar. why? were you lying (about having a girlfriend)? no, no. not at all. i wouldn't be on the road if i did (would be home makin sweet sweet love).
she left shortly after that to go dancing with her friends. never to be seen or heard from again...
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Hi Jamie, Glad you are still doin fine... if you are still on the road at christmas think about being a volunteer at a soup kitchen any church can tell you where. It will make you feel less lonely and more Christmassy... ps thanks for giving me a moment of fame in your living art project... Rebecca
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