Drinks from older guys...again

So, this one night, we were at this really cool (and cheap!!) bar in the Highlands called Moes and Joes.  We sat down at the bar, and shortly after, began conversing with a couple of men sitting next to us.  They were very nice and easy to talk to, but abooouuut 30 years older than us—>June and I have different estimations of their age, but I think she just doesn’t realize how hard the 60s were on some people..

Anywhooo, they grabbed the bartender's attention and asked what we would like to drink.  Caught off guard, but not being complete nitwits, we accepted their offer (for the record, I would advise getting something cheaper than craft beers, as you then feel more obligated to stick around...).  We chatted with them for a while. But soon we realized that was not our wisest decision, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, June followed because she “feared” I was getting “sick”.  *By the way, we still actually feel horrible for pulling that stunt—they were very nice.* But as we leaned against the wall in the back of the bar, figuring out what our next move was, we caught the attention of a table of guys we had been eyeing earlier.  They asked us what we were doing, and we briefly explained.  They invited to sit down with them, and introduced themselves.  They were all fairly good-looking guys.  Southern and youthful.  We talked to a handful of them for a bit, and then decided to call it a night.  I gave my number to the guy I was talking to, and June gave a scrap of paper with her number on it to the guy she was talking to.  Within the time it took for us to walk home, I had a text from my new friend, Moe lets call him.  He was a good guy—a fun one to talk to.  We shall see if he can stick around a little longer…

Eat More Thai Food

I am not a bold person. At least I didn’t use to be. The first time I met Salli, I was immediately blown away by her gutsiness. She was so confident and sure of herself. If it didn’t work in her favor, who cares? If you’re at all timid or shy when meeting guys, you need to take a page from her book. Actually, just take the whole chapter.

But last night! Last night I was gutsy, and loved it. And it actually worked in my favor! I was at a local Thai restaurant in Decatur called Noodle with an good friend/ ex. I’ve only been to noodle a couple of times, but both times, I couldn’t help but notice the pleasant selection of dream boats that work there. This particular night was no different. Our waiter was as spicy as my succulent noodle dish; lets call him Pad (See Ew). I knew that it looked like I was on a date of some sort, and I knew that this was pretty much unavoidable. Also, since I was eating with an ex, I didn’t want to be completely disrespectful and make a move in front of him. Right before we left, my full-bladdered friend made a trip to the loo. I took this opportunity to leave a note inviting Pad out with Salli and I later tonight, and left my number. Maybe you’re super bold and ballsy (and I would like to express my true admiration to you), but it was so exhilarating! After leaving my slightly charming note that contained ten digits with my signed check, I hustled out of the restaurant without looking back. While on the phone with Salli, trying to determine if it would be a Hand in Hand night or a MJQ night, I heard the familiar iPhone ding signifying an incoming text. It was Pad! Really—my heart fluttered! I could feel the excitement pumping madly through my veins. Not only had he received the note, but he texted me…ME! We ended up meeting at Hand in Hand after his shift. It was a familiar place that if anything did go horribly wrong, I would have the trusty and lovely bartenders to back me up. (Bartenders at Hand in Hand: You are amazing and I love you with all of my liver fibers.) Pad was absolutely wonderful, and had a lot of things surprisingly in common. He loved the note and thought that it was uniquely ballsy.

Bottom line: Girlies of Atlanta, boys eat that shit up. Do it. You have nothing to lose. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s aggressive without putting your pride on the line. Think about how many strangers we exchange smiles with, subtly flirt with and regretfully not pursue. This has to stop. This sounds cliché, but you’re special, and if you have a hunch, go with it. I don’t know what’s going to happen next with Pad, but if nothing else, I have a great new friend in a big new city. That’s what it’s all about right? Oh, and eat more Thai food.

Ballsy,

June

Have you met us??

(12/20 Post Fact Footnote: A randomly met guy could end up being your unique, personalized, and monogrammed knight in shining armor on whatever animal of your choosing, OR (spoiler alert) he could end up being completely pathetic and rude a couple of weeks down the road. Proceed with caution in every situation, but always be open to adventure and possibility. AKA THIS GUY TURNED OUT TO BE DANGEROUSLY MANIACAL. be careful, always.)

Sunday!

They call it Sunday Funday for a reason. And on this particular Sunday, I was wearing a particularly fuzzy sweater that may or may not have resembled a children’s WWF sweater (no, not the wrestling organization). On this evening, we hit up Hand’s $4 dollar pitcher night and dollar fish tacos (!!!) and then mosied over to Noche. Apparently older men love touching the fuzzy sweaters. One fellow found us, bought us a couple dollar XXs, touched the sweater and turned out to have a likeable personality. He had a solid job at a major media company here in Atlanta (you have one guess), a cheeky sense of humor, and although he was no Anderson Cooper (Anderson is pretty much Salli’s Harry), he had a trusting and kind face. Now, all of these characteristics are typically ideal and lovely in a fellow, but regrettably, he may have been about ten years too old for me. We’ve found Noche to typically be a haven for older men or classier couples that are looking to escape the typical bar scene…while still trying to be in the bar scene. And they have dollar XXs on Sundays…and $3 cocktails on Fridays and Saturdays.

Dollar beers may or may not buy cheap/ meaningful conversation,

June

The Most Memorable Unrememberable night

This was a bad night. Maybe one of my worst. Although I had had a drink or two, I was not drunk. In fact, of all the nights to remember, I am extremely upset that this occurred… to the point where I don’t really want to talk about it.  The good news, is that I learned my lesson and never ever ever ever again will make such an obviously bad decision. 

Regretfully,
June

Rough sex does not mean you should wake up looking like a battered housewife

There’s sweet, loving sex, and then there’s the adventurous, rough sex. Two of the many kinds of sex. Both are good. Both are great, actually. But different times call for different kinds of sex. When a girl, ahem, claims she likes it rough, please do not attempt to chew off her extremities. 


Thank you. 

As you were,

June

Have you met us? 

Hand Cuffs?

Mondays are my hard days—I have my hardest classes that span from 1:30 until 9:30pm. To be frank, it blows. And I pretty much work my Italian tush off Friday, Saturday and Sunday, leading up to this tremendous Monday mother load of work. Anywho, Monday night? I’m hungry and ready to consume some sort of liquid that’ll probably eat away at my liver, slowly but surely. But hey, I’m young and I’m living on fumes. It’s wonderful. Salli and I first meet up at Smiths Olde Bar. If it’s not a Friday, Saturday or Sunday (go Steelers!), then it’s pretty much filled with older homosexual men. Immediately sensing the lack of potential male interaction, we mosey over to Hand in Hand, where the waiters know our drinks and our most absurd stories. You can’t go wrong at Hand in Hand. We take two steps inside the door, and immediately a young man approaches us, introduces himself and invites us to join his group. It’s his friend’s thirtieth birthday, and I’m having trouble detecting the amount of alcohol that had been consumed. It’s either not enough, or entirely way too much. After playing 20 questions to figure out what they do for a living, we find out that the whole lot of them are…wait for it, wait for it…Cops. These guys have forever changed my impression of Georgia cops, definitely for the better. After picking their brains about GA law, we relaxed some, and it became another successful S&J night. Of course, we ended up hanging out with Marion, Carlos and Matt, the beautiful bartenders at Hand in Hand.

Go to Hand in Hand, befriend the staff, and you will be happy forever. 

love,

june 

and have you met us?

Boo!

On Halloween, you’ll meet all sorts: KISS’s drummer, strong man, bananas, the kid from a Christmas Story. I happened to meet Wolverine. I’m not really a fan of Marvel comics, but I admired his hand made claws, and we chatted about physics. I’m not sure if he remembers me, but his lips were quite aggressive. With an ex-boyfriend within eyesight, I was trying to keep it civil. He was really quite cute, and I hope to hear from him.

It’s always Hand in Hand isn’t it? These bartenders know all of our secrets, adventures as well as things that I’m not even sure we know. I’m so thankful it’s become our local watering hole.

Pancakin' around,

June :) 
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TFLN S & J style (in my opinion, they are in opposite order of importance..HAH)..

J:“I called so many people whose numbers I don’t know.  I woke up in some stranger’s bed.  Don’t know his name.  Lost my bra, id, credit cards, camera, etc.  Fml.”

J: ”Please tell me you’re alive somewhere.”

J: ”Okay—should I be concerned? I think I need to be concerned.”

J: “Hey! Are you hungry?”

P.s.—June is still pissed about the bra..

Hungover and yes, June, I am hungry,

Salli