Jason - Not the One

 I met Jason one night in May at a local sports bar. Was it destiny or fate? I don't know what to tell you but I'll let you decide.

Me. So, it was a fight night- Pacquiao vs. Mosley. I am not a boxing fan, but I decided to watch the fight because I am a Manny Pacquiao fan. At that time, I was kinda seeing this guy (let's call him DJ). He was supposed to see the fight with me, but had a last-minute family thing to do. No biggie, I decided to see the fight by myself. So I called up a couple of local sports bars and found one that was playing the fight that night. One of the bars was popular- so I decided to go to the other place, hoping there won't be too many people around. I came in early so I wouldn't miss the fight. I settled on a seat at the bar - the one in front of one of their tvs. I was there for the fight, after all.

Jason. Jason is a boxing fan. He came in around 9ish. The bar was starting to fill up at that time. Someone took the bar stool beside me, so there was an empty space between me and the next seat to my left. Jason decided to stand in front of the bar beside me. I didn't even notice him come in. I was desperately trying to be invisible. I was there for the fight, not to be noticed. Jason took notice of me and said hi.

Me. I wasn't hungry, I decided on a mojito while waiting for the fight to begin. I was already chatting up with a man who was sitting beside me. His lady friend just arrived and he asked me if I wanted him to get me something to eat. Sweet gesture, but like I said, I wasn't hungry. Moving on... I heard Jason say "Hi, how are you doing." Tentatively, I said, "Good, how are you doing..."

Jason. Jason ordered a drink. I couldn't remember now what he ordered. There was a drunk older guy named Tim who was trying to get into anybody's pants. Jason and I started to joke about it. He said that Tim noticed I wasn't wearing a ring on my finger. Now, I highly suspected that Tim didn't mention that, drunk as he was, but I laughed about it anyway. Jason asked me if I would let him pay for my next drink. I said, why not.

The fight. Finally, the fight was on. There were a couple of matches before the main event and Jason and I continued to talk. Since I wasn't a boxing fan, I asked a lot of questions about the fight. So, we hit it off that night. Jason and I were having such a great time that we didn't even notice the time. It was 2 am and the bar was closing. We stood up and left. He walked me to my car. He said, "I had a great time with you, I hope we could hang out again some other time, and I'm not talking about just having sex." Wow, that was pretty straight-forward. So, I know that he was half-shitting me, but he said it convincingly. We exchanged numbers and that's how we began.