Taco Tuesday
Last night, me and a couple of friends went down to the Marina for $1 tacos and $2 Coronas. The place is always packed with the happy hour crowd, so we decided to get there early to insure we get a table. We order a big plate of tacos and some beers and immediately dig in. I was also supposed to be meeting up with this Russian girl I had met a few weeks ago at a 4th of July party– She strolled in about half an hour later. She sat down and we all chatted for a bit, then my friends went off to mingle, leaving the Russian and me alone. It was very apparent that she was into me, and I have to say, she wasn’t so bad herself.
A few minutes later, a couple of really cute girls, a Mexican and a Blonde, came up and asked if they could join us at our table . . . That was fine. I go back to the Russian, but eventually we ended up getting to know the other girls a little more. Some how we started talking about marriage, and who doesn’t like talkin’ about marriage? Me, that’s who. The Russian told us she had married some guy for citizenship and that was actually kinda interesting. With that, brought up my views on the subject. From this opened up a whole can of worms with one the Mexican, and stemmed a more personal conversation.
At some point my friends come back and start chatting with The Russian and the Blonde, while I continue my discussion with the Mexican. As the conversation intensifies, I begin paying less and less attention to the Russian, and she eventually gets jealous/bored/tired and decides to go home. I felt kinda bad about ignoring her, and even thou I enjoyed talking to the sexy Mexian girl, I ultimately really wasn’t interested. The Russian left wanting me even more, though it seems it was a wasted opportunity. After she left I go to the restroom and let my friends go after the Blonde and the Mexican, and my good buddy Cicero stopped by for a bit as well.
Beer, tacos and pretty ladies. It was pretty chill, fun night all in all. We’re supposed to be hangin’ out with the The Blonde and the Mexican again this weekend, and I’ll make sure to see the Russian when she gets back from Miami.
It’s a beautiful thing.
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