I broke Barney Stinson's Platinum Rule, you know the one above the golden rule "Love they neighbour"? The one that goes "Never, ever, ever LOVE they neighbour."
I killed the bar.
In Cardiff right near my office we have a Coyote Ugly Saloon. I love that place, cheap drinks, a mechanical bull for when I am very drunk and its gotten to the point that I get queue jumped by the girls when its busy.
Now, Thursday happened. It would have been my 1 year wedding anniversary. So I went out for drinks. But before that I met up with a fantastic girl I met on Tinder. This girl was stunning, and a massive comic book fanatic, looks basically like a strawberry blonde version of Jessica Rabbit if she was super nerdy. Bingo. We get on super well, although I can't shake the fact that I knew her from somewhere.
After we hooked up, I asked if she wanted to come out drinking with me and a few others. She couldn't, she was working. She asked where I was going, told her Coyote and her head span. She's one of the staff. Apparently the bar has a "no sleeping with customers" thing in their contracts and she makes me promise not to say anything.
I get to the bar, and sure enough there she is on the bar dancing as I come in. I left her work as it was super busy there. A day or so later I sent her a message "hey there, you popped up on my facebook as someone I might know, hope you have had a good weekend x"
I am now blocked. And I didn't have her number, and she vanished off Tinder.
I go in again Monday night as they are airing GoT on the big screen. She wasn't there, I settled down, had some dinner and then she walked through the door. I get looked through as if I was invisible most of the night. After positioning it that she had to take my drink order a couple of times and finally get a couple of words out of her, by the time I leave, I get a tiny hidden wave as I walk out.
I think I killed my bar....