:cricket, cricket:

Ah Fridays. We all know my Friday nights would not be complete without something interesting happening.
This past Friday we went to Brooklyn Bowl for a friend’s bday. I consider myself to be pretty open minded ( yes I am the friend that will go pretty much anywhere at least once) but this place really wasn’t my scene. While the music was decent and the drinks were pretty cheap, the crowd was just a big thumbs down. The people were quite strange and looked as if they needed to be hosed down with some extra strength Lisol.
We were all hanging out by the bar, seeing as how there was a three hour wait to bowl (yes, three hours) and I spotted a cute guy, who of course I was not going to talk to because, lets be serious now kids. While I would normally keep my mouth shut and not say anything to one of my friends (most of us know why) I gave her the pass to go and talk to the dude and open up that door mostly out of boredom and I was just feeling out of character that night. (Temporary moment of insanity, blame it on the Redbull). Long story short, friend talks to the dude, brings him over, he and I start speaking and I must say it was the most agonizing few minutes of my life. Right off the bat it was obvious this dude and I had zero in common and he was just quite boring, to me at least. Thankfully someone came over to interrupt the convo and he left to go find his friends. Praise the lord.
The moral of this story is: don’t judge a book by its cover. Why I would think he would be interesting just because he was cute, I'm not sure. I guess the old saying "looks arent everything" does ring quite true. Don't say I dont teach you guys anything.