What is it about a person that attracts a very specific demographic of the population to them? In some cases it's obvious, like gym bunnies that attract other gym bunnies, or emo twinks that attract other angsty emo twinks. This is not true in all cases however, apparently, the type of men I attract are mid to late 40's, successful professional, commonly seen at JR's or Cobalt or wherever in a power suit drinking something like a gimlet or some such nonsense.
Anyways, last night, after a rousing game of kickball.... we kicked som ASS btw and are as of the moment, undefeated, we proceeded to drink copious amount of in Chips words "brew dogs" and have a riotous time with our teammates. After a couple hours there we decide to grab some food and head over to JR's, which is the obvious choice after gorging on falafel and beer.
So we roll up to JR's in our kickball t-shirts and I start a tab, which, apparently according to the fact that I don't have my ID or Credit Card, I still have open at JR's. So Chip and I are checking out the scene when we are approached by a gentleman in a leather jacket, he proceeds to blatantly hit on Chip while making some inane small talk which I personally found to be quite humorous. I then felt the call of nature so I excused myself to utilize the facilities, on the way to the bathroom I'm stopped by a gentleman in his mid to late 40's, in a power suit, drinking what appeared to be a gimlet, apparently he had to stop me to tell me how good looking he thought I was etc. etc. etc. and so forth and so on in that fashion.
I finish in the facilities and rejoin Chip and LJG (Leather Jacket Guy) and PSG (Power Suit Guy) makes a beeline for us and immediately puts his hand around my waist. After I got tired of that read: within 30 seconds, I ask Chip if he needs to "go to the bathroom" which he does so we go upstairs to laugh about the guys that are on us like white on rice, I jokingly bitch about the fact that all I attract are sugar daddies and what's that about.
At that point LJG and PSG come upstairs to see what's taking us so long and I get cornered on the pool table by PSG which is mucho awkward and Chip got cornered on the wall by LJG. We had a little playful banter due to the lack of cute guys and the lack of anything better to do, then Chip and I decided it was time to go home so we up and left and Chip went back to his place at Gay and Homo and I went back to the ghetto of Cap. Hill.
Also of note, I had to be reminded by Chip as to what the guy who was hitting on me's name was, also apparently he's an attorney in DC. And at some point last night I misplaced my cell which is still on as I just called it.... let the hunt for the phone begin!!!