Last night, I had a hair appointment at 4pm in between Marietta and Roswell. When it was over, I was worried traffic would be horrible and I had time to kill so I decided to go to downtown Roswell and try a new place. Knowing it would be empty at 5ish, I wasn't planning on this being a Love in the Pub post.
I was very wrong!
For exactly one Vodka-Soda I was the only person at the bar. I ordered a burger and proceeded to wait. Another couple showed up and sat a few seats over but the rest of the bar was empty. Until in walked - Ace (the name was changed to protect the innocent but he referred to himself by a similar nickname and told me he had a previous boxing career).
There are easily 10 other open seats but this guy chooses to sit right next to me. Without even a word, the bartender picked up my drink and refilled it full of Vodka - thanks buddy. He introduces himself and begins to talk. Silly me for thinking this was a laid back night.
Let's clear this up - he was easily 70 years old, comb-over, looked like a former boxer in that something was a little off with his facial structure and wearing one of those jackets with the patches on the elbows.
His compliments first start after a few sentences when he begins to tell me "how nice I am - he can just tell". We then moved into "how beautiful I was - wait can he ask that, is it PC to tell a woman she is beautiful?" I reply - sure just don't compliment my tits or a$$. I can tell the bartender is dying inside.
He proceeds that he lives around the corner, has a really nice house, that he is friends with Author Blank but he's just a millionaire not a billionaire and that surely God has brought us together.
Wow, God?
I don't want to make light of sports injuries but I am guessing he might have had a few too many head punches or was already drunk because he must have repeated these lines to me 50 times in the matter of an hour: you're a nice person, you're beautiful - can I tell you that?, I have a really nice house , I promise I am a good guy. It was so repetitive that I finally just stated repeating the exact same response every time as well.
After having one more, I close out. But not before receiving a personal card simply with his nickname and phone number and an invitation to his house to watch the falcons - by the way he has a 65inch TV and plenty of top notch booze.
It was actually a hilarious night for a random Thursday.
Bar: The Standard - Roswell
Love in the Pub Rating: Negative 10 - haha - however, I think this is a good place to revisit on a weekend - so stay tuned.
Food: delish burger
Service: Amazing and thanks to the bartender for giving me the side glance like "are you ok?" every few minutes.
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