For some reason The Pretty AE was game enough to come down to the bar and watch some football with me on Sunday. Must have been a slow weekend. Or she is from the “I get over hangovers by drinking through them” school of thought that I subscribe to. Or she wanted to eat hot wings guilt-free. At any rate, that is what I did on Sunday afternoon. I also ate hot wings. And tortured myself by getting drunk with an undateable co-worker.
It was a good torture for most of the time, at least until I moved my chair closer to hers to “get a better angle at the TV” and realized the full and complete absurdity of my position.
But, like all champions, I toughed it out with another few beers and we had some good banter. Also, positively, I am spending most of the next few weeks traveling and so won’t have to face up to my inability to be anything more than that co-worker guy who always wants to hang out until at least early November.
So I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice.