I’m going to tell the tale of the night before New Years 2011, myself and a couple of girlfriends headed out to the infamous Vancouver bar the ‘Roxy’. Having been to Vancouver several times, and not having ventured to the Roxy was unheard of, so my girlfriends took it upon themselves to take me there to experience it first hand.
Typically the bar is known to be full of young pups looking to get it on. This night however, it was not filled with young pups (well there were a few) but it was filled with mostly grown ups like myself (if I’m what someone calls a grown up).
I was pretty exhausted because it was day 7 on my west coast adventure and after scolding a young pup for trying to shove his tongue down my throat, I decided that I didn’t care for dancing anymore (or getting mauled) and wanted to sit down. My lucky lady friends had met some gentlemen and were not around our table, so I decided to sit by myself and watch our coats.
After about 2 minutes of sitting all by my lonesome, a group of Australian army men in suits came over and started chatting me up. What’s that all about? Awesomesauce is what it was. Men in suits are amazing, Australian men are amazing and a herd of Australian men in suits around the age of 30 was almost like a dream come true. It turned out that they had just come from a wedding and were only in Vancouver for a few more days.
They all took turns telling jokes and stories. Really they all were pretty darn attractive and pleasant to be around. I hit it off with one of the fellows in particular, but not in the ‘I’m going to go home with you’ kind of way, but in a ‘we’re both really funny’ kind of way (let’s call him Andy). He was really cute, but I was exhausted, so just the thought of even flirting tired me out.
After spending about 2 hours cracking jokes and telling stories, the ugly lights came on and it was time for us to part ways. Andy then stood up beside me and began saying things like:
‘I know we’ll never see each other again but you…you’re a legend’ and ‘if this was another time or place I would totally hit on you’.
He then looked at me, said ‘f-it’, grabbed me by the back of my head and planted one on me. It. Was. Awesome. I’ve never had anyone be so bold like that. He just manned up and did what he wanted. I was really impressed. It was so impulsive and aggressive, really it was just plain manly. It was the kind of move that only a military man would do.
Andy and I parted ways and will probably never see each other again, but I’ll tell you this: I doubt I’ll forget him. It could have been the perfect end to a perfect trip…but the next night was new years, and that’s another amazing story.
Happy Australia Day!