We meet again

Back in September, I wrote a blog titled 'Whole Lot of Pork' where I mention a guy I met and was interested in.

Since that blog I've been back to that particular pub (where I met him) approx 4 times but have not seen him since.

A month later,

Before I left Los Angeles (I'm presently in MN),

Friends and I went to a bar in the valley not far from the pub, aaaaaand guess who was tending bar? That guy.

I'm terrible at small talk. Feels like an interview. I hate being interviewed. Plus he's working. It's different making small talk when one of you is working.

We swap a few one liners, the bartender and me. I.E. We're both from the Midwest, we both like hockey, etc,. The Kings have become one of the best teams in the league (even though Detroit and Pittsburgh are still hurdles, etc.) This goes on for a while. And my friends are eyeballing the aforementioned volley of sentence swapping between me and the bartender and they're clearly getting annoyed. An entire month had past since the last time I saw this guy around and here we were talking about winters in the Midwest.

We're salesmen. If you live in Los Angeles, you're a salesman. If you're good at your job, it means you know how to pitch your product to those you want to sell it to. I rarely ever give my personal life much thought. It's not a product. Its not a priority. Not for about 7 years since I last considered dating someone regularly, which resulted in that guy and I having sex a few times and then never speaking to each other again.

"Your friends tell me you're leaving for MN." The bartender says to me. Total bartender talk. I know. I've done it.

Yeah but I'm coming back. I mean, I'm not moving back to MN. I mean, I'm going back to MN to be with family. l'll be back mid November. Back in Los Angeles, I mean.

Smooth.