This sort of situation requires precise handling. What one does conveys a certain message. A true gentleman never engages in deception or miscues in order to gain when it comes to women. A true gentleman instead prefers to take the truth and much like a beautiful woman's shoulders massage it until your intended goal is achieved.
Had an invitation, even in my weakened state, been extended to any particular party it would imply that certain advances in relations would occur. When nothing at all is said, it implies distance and pushes those that you consort with, even further away.
Keeping this in the back of my mind, I decided to suit up and hit the streets with my closest of close friends.
Valentines Day often leaves many a sad and distraught woman by the wayside and my personal proclivities draw me toward this sort ever so much. With zest and gusto we hit the streets.
For adornment, I chose to dress in a simple suit but fit it with black fedora and pink tie (for it was valentines day after all and is featured below).
First on the agenda was the fine Darkhorse Tavern. Its a fine establishment with reasonably priced beers and the oh so quintessential dart board. The lingering tobacco scent still hangs high in the barromand it seems as if it will take a great many months with the smoking ban before the smell dissipates.
After a short spell of merriment and friend making we departed. The absence of adventure or femininity there led my mind to wander and that is not a good thing. From there we ended up at the valentines day party at the M Room.
It was empty, it was without any women and the music was lackluster. Me and Wirth remained for only 20 minutes before departing. Said 20 minutes was only to have a beer after paying our FIVE DOLLAR COVER CHARGE and meeting with another friend for but a few moments.
Fearing the worst, a night without intrigue or adventure, we opted to head southbound in the whipping ice and snow and complete the night at my favorite watering hole: Bob n Barbara's.
B&B holds a special place in my heart. I must confess that much of what I do that could fall into the less than favorable of behavioral categories is often the result of this establishment. It is often overflowing with fantastic jazz, beautiful women and very inexpensive alcohol. Beyond that, its the sort of place where one can walk in alone and leave for all night escapades with a group of new friends that were but strangers an hour before.
Truth be told, the previous account has happened to be innumerable times there.
Upon entering I stumbled upon a delightful, ginger haired lass whose company I'd begun to fancy. Without revealing much of the goings on, let me just say that she was quite distressed at a lack of companionship on this most Cupidian of holidays. Being one to tread lightly and avoid entanglement I apologized for having been out of touch and explained the treacherous malady to which I'd been afflicted.
To make good on all manner of gentlemanliness I provided her with transport home as to keep her from enduring the frigid cold.
It was a fine night.
Friday Night...
Growing tired of the usual scene I decided to take up an old but dear friend of mines offer to sojourn to the town of Berlin NJ. The bar was called Ollie Gators, a mash up of a sports bar, honky tonk, and an infidelity den. After enjoying a few rounds, I retired to the outdoors for a cigarette and a call on my mobile. While there a ravishing blond with quite the diamond on her finger started up conversation.
Not being one to pry but not being one to engage in certain behavior, I gently inquired as to the nature of the ring. She said it was an engagement ring and i astutely pointed out that it was a fine cut and guessed it's size at a karat and a half. I was correctly and was duly rewarded with a "we just broke up." After returning to my partners in crime, she joined us. Much merriment was had and a phone number was obtained.
I hope to call her this week.
There are fewer things as delightful as a beautiful blond nearing 30, especially when she comes with a sense of style and a rapier wit.
After all had left at a fairly early hour, I decided to fly solo to B&B's. Most nights when there is a jazz band playing, any of a slew of associates will be there and as such going on your own is not necessarily a recipe for a lonely night.
While there, a delightful and delicate alabaster beauty and I began to talk. I hit it off with some of her friends as well and then another person flying solo joined the group. This gentleman, named Jessie btw, was out for a beer and adventure and his husband had decided to stay home.
Suddenly, me and my alabaster acquaintance were bombarded with a plethora of free liquors and salutations.
With the closure of the bar at the stroke of two, we needed to continue the good times and merrymaking and in due haste. The liquor loving gent, myself, my lady friend and a random englishman from the sidewalk outside of the bar then hopped in Jessie's husband's SUV and shot down into the depths of South Philly and found ourselves at the Republican Afterhours establishment.
There we enjoyed an evening of gin soaked fun, topless dancers, silliness and debauchery.
Upon the arrival of 4 a.m. we all opted to retire to our respective homes.
After the most exhausting and aggravating of situations involving my brother, I found myself in Philadelphia last night with my acquaintance from B&B's on Friday night.
It was quite delightful. There are not many things quite as fine as the companionship of a witty and quite ravishing alabaster and fiery haired lady while indulging in jazz, soul food, and a cold stiff drink.
We plan to get together to watch some dvds and hang out this week. Given Netflix and the joblessness, this should be quite a highlight to the upcoming week.
I bid thee adieu
The Libertine
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