A wild blog tale featuring Azee

The title is an inside joke. Deal.

Anyway, it would appear that I have lost my ability to flirt. Totally. My giggles and mischievous eyes used to charm the pants off of boys, literally. Not last night.

Azee and I had a rather filling dinner at Veselka, where we saw an old coworker and opted to pretend we didn't for no real reason. We were considering Starshine Burlesque, but finished eating at 8:30 and didn't think we could rage that long. Instead, we opted for the Lakeside Lounge, because sometimes there are cute boys there.

We went outside to smoke and when we came back, Christopher the Actor had taken my seat. We scanned the bar trying to figure out where to sit, and Dr. Paul offered to move over one and let us have our seats back. We politely thanked them and sat down while they whisper-argued-but-not-very-quietly about who was going to sit next to us.

At first, it seemed that Christopher the Actor had his sights on Azee. They both live in Williamsburg, and they talked about the neighborhood and Carnegie Mellon. Dr. Paul (Who is a real doctor, incidentally and also Christopher the Actor's physician. In fact, that's how they met. Inspiring. Next time I get a pelvic exam, I'll see if The Bot wants to grab a cocktail after.) asked me a series of questions that were supposed to give him insight into my personality, and then declared that he "knew absolutely everything about me." Things were going well with Dr. Paul. Miles away, my mother telepathically got a message that I was being chatted up by a cute doctor and did the dance of joy.

Things were only going well with Dr. Paul because he asked me a lot of questions and engaged me in conversation. Although Azee's usually the quiet one and I'm usually the big flirty maniac, last night I was more like Azee's lame friend. Azee and I stepped outside for a smoke, and when we came back, the entire dynamic was different.

Christopher the Actor bought me a drink, and steered me away from Azee and Dr. Paul, who were having an in-depth discussion about medical tools and denim. Boys, how do you negotiate who hits on what girl? Do you have a pow-pow? Take cues from each other? Is there a secret handshake? Anyway, I gave Christopher the Actor my phone number, and I believe Azee is going to a show with them this weekend while I'm in Cape Cod. In any case, we have definitely not seen the last of Christopher the Actor and Dr. Paul. Yee haw.