Cute Karaoke Crooner

I totally forgot to mention in yesterday’s entry the cutie from the karaoke bar!  Mom and I went to Los Reyes one Wednesday night just after I moved to Dalton specifically to sing karaoke.  That was the night that I got the two phone numbers — one from a 28-year-old guy and one from a 45-year-old woman.  Anyway, there were two guys, brothers, running the karaoke that night.  One of them looked really young and he was a tad scrawny.  The other though… Oh, mama!  Not only was he quite the hottie, he could fucking sing, too!  Nothing gets to me more than a musician.

Well, it just so happened that they were the ones running the show last Saturday night, too.  Me, new guy (If you’re wondering why I’m not using his name, which is unusual for me, it’s not because I’m protecting privacy.  It’s because I don’t like it.), and new guy’s friends were sitting right in the middle of the room with a clear view to the stage.  It’s a small bar, so we were all kind of up close and personal with each other.  As new guy would lean forward in his chair to talk to his buddies, I would slyly look behind him and pass a glance to the crooner (I’ll just call him that for now because I don’t know his name).  I must admit, I got quite a few glances back, and we made eye contact several times.

I’m thinking that I might have to make a trip to that little Mexican hot spot alone.  I’ll sit at the bar sipping a cocktail, and I’ll scribble on the back of a request slip, "[Insert name here] – What are the chances you’re single? – The girl at the bar."  I’ll hand off my little note to an unknown patron to pass it to the crooner and hope that he looks up, smiles, and nods his head yes.  If not, I’ll just shake my head and mouth, "That’s a shame." 

Watch out, world!  Rachel’s single and back on the prowl!
Felina Naranja