Yes, this is the last phrase I left the Scottish with that fateful night when we first met. I gave him my number and said, “I don’t call boys, boys call me.” I later found out that was a very rude thing to say and my friends and the Scottish thought I was being snotty. What I meant was, “I’m too nervous to call you so would you please call me, like, be old-fashioned about it, you know?” But instead I was a snot. That does happen to me...too frequently I suppose.
But I digress, the story ended like that but it started....can you guess where? We met on a plane, no wait, we met on a train, no that’s not it either....we met in a BAR. SHOCK, HORROR!! Ok, it’s not that shocking really, especially if you’re a normal person. But if you’re me it’s super weird! I consider myself not normal because I have this phobia of throwing up which has prevented me from excessive drinking throughout the years and then once I graduated college I started drinking wine almost exclusively, so now I’m just a big lame-O. But if you know anything about me you know I don’t like bars! They are loud, sweaty, crowded, and you have to wait for everything…food, drinks, the bathroom, etc. So even though most people go to bars to meet people, I just didn’t do that. And frankly, why would I want to meet some big drinker if I’m not a big drinker?!?!? Well, let me just say, God has a great sense of humor. Anyway, I went to the bar that night because the cute guy in my show was having a birthday party there. I grabbed a girlfriend and off we went. As I walked up to the stairs to the private party area, I noticed there were tons of men everywhere! Great, I thought. Then my friend and I sat down across from three guys and they started chatting with us, and lo and behold, they had accents!! Now, I really don’t faint over accents the way some girls do, I mean come on, I’m an actor, I can replicate almost any accent (I have surprising difficulty with Scottish accents though), and so even though I wasn’t swooning, I was very interested in this gaggle of Scottish men.
Turns out they were from Scotland! :) They were all over here on work Visas and they were all super smart- a big plus in my book. And there was one guy in particular who was really fun to talk to, yes, it was my Scottish. He had this great smile and he really seemed interested in what I was saying (or he thought I was hot), but we had a great time chatting all night and he brought me waters and he was just adorable. I knew he was into me because he kept asking about my show and he said he’d like to come see it sometime. BINGO. When you’re an actor and a guy is into you they feign interest in wanting to see you perform…whether they really care to see your show or not, it’s always been a tell-tale sign for me.
But then, his friends started to disappear and all of a sudden I couldn’t find him. Cut to: we’re all outside in front of the bar preparing to leave, and my tall skinny Scottish man finally reappears. Meanwhile, his friends are trying to get me to talk to this other guy, but I quickly dismiss him and smoothly walk over to my Scottish. He mentions again that he’d like to see my show, I say, “Sure, I’ll give you my number.” Then he gives me his number, and I say, “I don’t call boys, boys call me.” 1.5 days later I get a text asking me how my Thanksgiving was (we met the night before), and a few texts later he asks me out. Don’t worry, he did call me the next morning to set up the date and confirm where we were meeting (downtown in front of Nordstrom). Later he told me he was hoping he remembered what I looked like (the Scottishdoes like to drink), and I was hoping he wasn’t a weirdo. We spent the whole day together shopping, walking, eating, and talking. It was a lovely first date. And it all started in a bar. (groan)