So my roommate's girlfriend comes over on Friday and wants me to come out because she's meeting up with a bunch of her single girlfriends. I'm not really feeling it, but finally acquiesce and drag along one of my good girlfriends whose fiancee was out of town. Get to the bar and it's like 10 girls sitting in a cabana area in the back, most of which are about 3x hotter than I expected. One girl comes up to my roommate and me, introduces herself, and we're talking idly for a bit; I kind of zone out until I hear, "...and I'm a pretty big hockey fan." Finding real hockey fans here is tough, finding real hockey fans with boobs is extremely rare. I re-engage in the conversation and she is a legit Rangers fan; as-in she reenacted / shouted Howie Rose's entire "Matteau! Matteau!" call from heart. We spend most of the night talking and slamming Fireball shots; at some point I sort of black out. Wake up Saturday and was like "shit, probably should have asked for her number" but didn't really consider it a big loss because, while I don't think I'm a slouch, she was way out of my league. Come back from a run a few minutes ago and find out she's asked my roommate's girlfriend for my number to get dinner / drinks this week.
I love hockey. Opting to go out Friday:
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