You're checking me out? Really?

A couple of years ago, I had a raging crush on a bartender at my favorite neighborhood bar.

Last night, Azee and I met up with Jean and My Sharona at one of my favorite new/old places. Azee and I arrived first and settled in at the bar. Suddenly, there was an adorable, familiar face on front of me.

"Did you used to hang out at the Parkside?" he asked.

I assured him I did. When Jean arrived, we did some table hovering until we secured a place. Then My Sharona and her friend arrived. With popcorn fetching and drink buying and smoking outside and seal breaking, there was a lot of getting up and down, and I used most of those activities as excuses to sneak a peek at Hot Bouncer, who was no longer working the door but was instead hanging out next to the jukebox, right behind us.

One time when we went outside to smoke, Hot Bouncer arrived outside moments later. When we went back inside, the same thing happened. Moments later, he was next to the jukebox again. I smiled at him. He smiled back.

My Sharona and her friend left early, because My Sharona is in love with a Secret Agent Man and it's making her too nervous to function. After she left, I decided to take a solo trip to smoke outside, hoping Hot Bouncer would come and talk to me.

I went outside. No Hot Bouncer. No Hot Bouncer. No Hot Bouncer. Oh. My. God. It's. Hot. Bouncer.

"So," he began. "Do you still hang out over there a lot?"

We chatted for a couple of minutes. I asked him his name. He asked me mine. He asked if My Sharona also used to hang out at the Parkside, because she looked familiar. I reminded him that My Sharona and I had been in to the bar he currently works at a couple of months prior, and we had helped him with a crossword puzzle. He looked embarrassed at not remembering us earlier. Hot! Bouncer! Guy! Embarrassed! Talking! To! Me!

A little while later, we decided to leave because Jean was drunk and trying to make all sorts of dangerous phone calls to foreign countries. As we walked out, I said good night to Hot Bouncer.

"Good night, Jessica." Swoon. Uh, yeah. I'm going back tonight. And possibly every night thereafter.