Ok, this isn't a silly joke but it's still pretty damn funny.
This story involves me, 3 of my best friends, and the bars in Dallas. It goes to show that even though the population of the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex is over 6 million people (with Dallas alone having 1.3 million), it is a very very small world out there.
We arrive at one of my favorite bars around 11:00 and I spot a prime table. We sit down, order a few drinks, and immediately begin laughing. Gosh, I love them.
I have the best seat in the house: my back is to the wall and not only am I facing my friends, but I can see everyone in the entire bar...including a table of guys who keep nonchalantly looking up at us. (We're sitting in a tall table and they're in a lower one). Kind of smiling to myself at how hard they're trying to not be obvious but inevitably are, I start laughing inside when I see them nod to each other, stand up, and approach. My friends are deep in conversation. 'This is gonna be good.'
"Hey," they say as the smile and lean into the table. "We were wondering if you girls would switch us tables?" My friend Ashley immediately says, "Sure!" and jumps down off of her seat. "Ashley!" I say in a urgent but hushed tone, "They don't want to switch us tables--they're hitting on us." And anyway, I'm not giving up this table to anyone. She's a little embarrassed, but it's really not that big of a deal. She'll learn that when guys don't have any good pick-up lines, they'll eventually come up with some lame comment or question that at least does the job of starting the conversation. Needless to say, their approach worked.
After talking to a surfer from Hawaii for 30 minutes, my roommate yells across the table, "HALEY! This guy lives in our condo complex!" Ok, our condo complex is not big at all. This was shocking. After a few minutes, we come to find out that he is our next door neighbor. My roommate shares a bedroom wall with him and we can hear him in his kitchen when he makes breakfast in the morning...weird. I was floored.
It got even weirder when we discovered that we had actually talked to each other before. Around this time last year my other roommate and I were throwing a big party. Both being under the legal drinking age, we were semi-worried about someone calling the police if it got too loud. Therefore, I went over to our neighbor's house and rang the doorbell. Surprised to see a strange girl at his doorstep, he asked, "Can I help you?" I replied, "Yes. First of all, we're having a party Saturday night and you are welcome to come if you want. Second of all, if it gets too loud, we'd appreciate it if you came over and told us to be quieter instead of calling the cops. Thanks!" He looked at me like I was a little crazy (which I am) and said, "Uhhh....thanks, but I'll be out of town anyway." I also talked to his roommate on the stairs one time when I was leaving for practice.
And yet, we never recognized each other until we began talking about our living quarters.
We talked to them for the next 3 hours until the lights came on and the bar closed. We were shocked that time flew by that quickly. They were good guys. I'm glad to have them as neighbors.
This morning I took out the trash after my run and ran into them as they were coming home. Carrying trash that smelled like rotten eggs and spinach while sweating in spandex with no makeup (looking COMPLETELY different and totally unattractive compared the night before), I was embarrased when they still recognized me and yelled "HI NEIGHBOR!" I tried to hide under my baseball cap and I think it maybe worked.
Gosh, it's so nice to finally get to know your neighbors. Especially when they're hott. Looks like I'll always have to be on top of my game when it comes to taking care of myself now just incase we run into each other coming and going from our apartments...I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing yet. I'll keep you posted.
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