As I mentioned before, I had decided to go out and meet this girl against my better judgment. To her credit she did tell me that she planned on meeting up with friends and that some of them might be drunk and that she'd have understood if I wanted to wait for another time.
Well, I took it to my tweeps and asked them for their thoughts. They seemed to think that I should go and see what was what, so to speak. I took their advice and headed out.
I instantly spotted the place I was to meet up with this gal, Jan. Why? It was the place where there were two guys getting thrown out with the loud thumping music. Upon going inside, I noticed that it was packed, like sardines. I got a drink and then Jan found me at the bar. We chatted very briefly before she introduced me to her one drunk friend and a collection of mormons who were dancing it off on the dance floor. It really was an odd assortment of people, but everyone seemed nice. The drunk friend, Caroline, was “plastered.” I think she wanted to fight me, which is kinda hot; generally I have to pay for that sort of action, but I digress.
We walked, or rather carried, Caroline to another friend's car and sent them on their way. Jan and I were then able to talk. We actually had a pretty decent conversation. Though, I did feel she was testing me and challenging some of the things I was saying. She has a “Type A” personality for sure and that's what I've noticed about those types of people. They do test and prod to make sure they're not getting a “door mat.” At least that's been my experience.
Anyway, after all the chaos that ensued with her drunk friend I did get to have a nice conversation and we are set to go out again within the next week. All in all, not too shabby. I'm glad I took a chance.
Sometimes rules are meant to be broken, even if your gut says otherwise.