Tonight Melinda got hit on at Fair Winds, and it was probably one of the most entertaining things I’ve seen there in YEARS.
The dude was in a group of bikers wearing cuts who came in around 7. They sat at the bar and drank Kolsch and talked about military stuff. One guy in the group was talking about how he took this girl to the Holocaust Museum a couple of weeks ago, and it was really jarring for him. His girlfriend, on the other hand, was completely unfazed.
“It was a lot of reading,” she said. “I don’t know why everybody makes such a big deal about it.”
“Meanwhile, I’m having fucking flashbacks and trying to keep it together,” he told his buddies.
An hour later, Melinda came in with Robert and had dinner. Melinda brought me a Wendy’s burger and ate a salad. After she was done, she stood at the bar while I stood on the other side of it and we just kind of stared at each other and sighed because we were so tired of not being able to just hang out with each other.
While I was entering receipts on the POS, one of the MC guys came over and sidled up to Melinda. “Hey girl,” he said, “what are you doing standing here all by yourself?”
Later, Melinda said she wasn’t sure that he was talking to her, because from her perspective, she wasn’t standing by herself—she was standing with ME.
But it registered, and she cracked a smile. “Oh, I’m here hanging out with my husband,” she said, and pointed to me.
The dude’s face fell through the floor. He doubled over with embarrassment. “Oh goddammit,” he said, and he tried to run away.
“No, stay!” I laughed. “She’s really fun to talk to! I don’t care!”
I think what made it so entertaining was that I literally didn’t care at all. If anything, I was flattered and happy for Melinda to get attention. Like how cool is it that that dude thought she was pretty enough to get off of his stool, walk around the bar, and strike up a conversation?
I tried to tell the guy that it was totally fine, but he was so embarrassed he slunk back to his seat and refused to look at me. From behind me, I heard all of his buddies give him so much shit.
Melinda thought it was funny too, so she went over to the group of dudes and started talking to them. A couple of minutes later, I went over and said, “I told you she was fun to talk to!”
I ended up buying the dude a beer later in the night after Melinda left, and he tried to buy me a shift beer. I declined.
“That interaction was gift enough,” I said.
I Don't Belong Here. 