The Rintrah Perspective

Yesterday was beautiful.

S-Hole and I went to the Red Cactus on Corydon. I had a chicken burger, several beers, and a coke and rye.

I am a wall-flower. I enjoy sitting back and watching the action around me. I could sit for hours on Corydon watching all the beautiful people walk by.

Then I would lament for hours that I never engaged anyone in conversation. This is why I am single, I guess. I need people to come to me. I guess I am just lazy that way.

There were these two women who, in colloquial terms, were MILFs or Cougers. Very charming though.

They were working on a crossword puzzle but they had botched the whole thing up.

Couger 1′s explanation of crosswords was this

“It is so general over here,” pointing at the clues, “and so specific over here,” pointing at the answers. “And then there are numbers and columns. It is so confusing.”

S-Hole and I finished the crossword for them. Then talked with them for a while.

It was clear that S-hole was hitting on the artist (Couger 1) but he says it was so that he “could keep his skills up to date” or something.

Anyways, the teacher (Couger 2) was complaining that “all the rich fucks in the city are self absorbed pricks” and that she is “ready to date a poor, boring accountant.” She also proclaimed that this week is “give a nerd a chance week.”

I hope all the single twenty-somethings out there hear that. I am a nerd of sorts. Give me a chance. Lord knows that my method of sitting and waiting is not working.

So, eventually the bikers started coming down Corydon. These bikers were bikers from the Marion. The Marion is a biker bar that, as far as I know, is unaffiliated with the gang scene here in Winnipeg.

The teacher knew many of these guys. These bikers told us that The Bombers won the game.

I was introduced to each of them. Very nice guys. They were going to take part in the “Ride for Sight.” They were also trying to get others to participate.

Then everyone left and so we went home too.

That is how most of my evenings end. Often I spend the whole evening that way.

And this is my lament that this is how I operate. So if someone wants to help me end my lamentations she could rest assured knowing that I would not hit on anyone else.

Give a nerd a chance.