Two Truths and a Lie

Every Tuesday night the Biggity and I go out to a local bar to drink a pitcher of beer, eat queso, and talk about what's going on in life. We talk other times but talking at a bar is always a lot more fun.

Why is it more fun? Is it because of the beer? Not really because you can drink beer at home too. The beer is fun but we could have beer at my apartment. What makes it most fun is the girls who come into the bar.

Tonight we saw a couple girls who sat down at the table near us. They were both sort of attractive. Not hot but good looking. We debated whether we should send them a drink but ultimately decided not to. I'm not sure why but part of it was my intution that there was something off. It didn't seem like things would work out even though we they weren't out of our league.

When the pitcher was about half empty the girls welcomed a visitor. Some balding dude who was trying to act cooler than he was. It wasn't confidence but just stupid shit that he was trying to pull. He must have been friends with one of the girls because he sat down at their table. If he wasn't a friend he wouldn't have gotten an invite to sit with them. Biggity was sitting there watching them because he had a better angle and noticed that the girls were holding hands after a little while. Actually holding hands in a dating sort of way not just in a girls holding hands way.

My intuition was right. Whether they were lesbians or bi they were certainly taken. That made the loser guy who got to sit at their table make a little more sense.