I never wanted to go in there, they said it would be good for me, the guys. All those pennants and TVs blaring, those five dollar thin domestics. This wasn't the place for me anymore, it never really was. They said don't think like that, there are so many girls, they said it would be good for me.
The problem with being out of the game is that you forget the game has changed. It takes a while to get up to speed. I tried pulling the old bump into, can I buy you a drink, no, well you know where I am. The guys said I didn't need to bench three hundred, they're just happy I'm going to the gym.
There was one, she looked like she didn't belong, in a good way, the way I hope I looked. She had on a dress that reminded me of something and I couldn't remember what. Compliments are good icebreakers so I'm told. I tried, after looking for maybe too long, dispensing it. I tried to be sweet, a gentleman. But aren't I a little old for this place, that was what she told me. Suddenly that light beer felt awfully heavy.
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