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Good evening bloggies! Welcome to another installment of,  "As Yvonne's Dating Life Turns"  On the last episode, we witnessed (via her great story-telling ways) how she swore off going on anymore dates ever, EVER, again.  She lied. Oh and she's quite dramatic too.  Ok, it's time to speak in first person again, that third person crap is making me dizzy. Or maybe it's the alcohol currently sitting in my system.  -You make the call.  Alright, what started out as a fun-filled day with "just the girls", quickly went to, "Just a few people."  This beautiful Saturday some of my girlfriends and I planned on an impromptu "Pub/bar crawl" For those not familiar with this term, a Pub crawl, is when you go from one drinking establishment to another and my guess is that they use "crawl" because a lot of people (not me, of course) may or may not be able to walk after visiting a few of these bars.  Hence the use of the term, "crawl."  So off we went to our little soiree.  The leader of the bunch, we'll call her *Kas, planned out the places we would visit.  All in all, there were a total of 9 of us.  Five girls and four brats boys.  We went from bar to bar, never staying longer than half an hour.  Oh, did I forget to mention that we began at precisely noon? Um, yeah.  We're early birds.  The one rule of this little game of ours was simple, if you could still stand, somewhat upright, you kept going.  See? Simple.  We breezed through stops 1 through 3 fairly quickly.  Mostly, due to the lack of "cute" guys or "hot" girls in those establishments.  Stop number 4 was at an "Everybody knows your name" type of bar.  The tables and chairs didn't match, the floors were cracked, but the music and the bartenders were awesome! So we stayed.  That's where I saw my "future" date.  I noticed him as soon as we walked in.  I quickly hopped (literally) onto a bar stool, and enjoyed the view.  He was playing pool, ball cap on backwards, his curly hair peeking out,  tight, dark navy tee shirt, with U.S.A written across in white letters.  He had on khaki shorts and some sort of really cool sandals (Or, as my friend *Rudy called them, "Jesus" sandals),  I had not realized I was in a trance until he was thisclose to my face.  He smiled and had me at his dimples.  "Do you wanna play?" he asked me.  Now, by this time, the "Peanut gallery" aka my friends, had noticed my interaction with "Baseball cap" guy.  I tried my best to ignore their stares and concentrated on the hottie.  "I'm not very good",  I replied as I batted my eyelashes at him.  He lightly grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, I'll teach you."  So off I went, hand in hand, to play pool with "Ball cap" guy.  Much to the chagrin of my friends.  Keep in mind that at this point, I was feeling pretty bold and uninhibited.  Alcohol does that to you.  So we played a couple of games.  He totally annihilated me first game, but second game I was ON! Eh, who am I kidding? I know he let me win.  Didn't matter. It was fun.  Well, "Ball cap" guy decides that he and his friends want to join me and my friends on our adventure.   The entire time he sticks to me like glue, and I like it.  We hit a total of five places and then everyone was hungry.  We finally decided on a place that had food and a wide screen tv, for soccer match watching purposes.  My friends are huge soccer fans.  BC guy quickly informs them and me, that he is too! WINNER! :)  So we ate, and watched Team Mexico school Team USA.  Soon after that, we decided to call it a night.  I know, I know, lame.  But hey, we had been going ALL day!  BC guy asked for my number and I gave it to him (duh!).  Oh, and fyi, we're going out next weekend. 

And how was YOUR day?