I met up with some friends to watch the Vikings game at Williams. I didn't feel like going right home afterward, so I decided to hit up Amoré for a nice mixed drink. I like the place and I always seem to meet interesting people whenever I go there. This day was no exception. I was talking to 2 sisters at the bar and after awhile I asked them if they wanted to hear about the nightmare date I had the night before.

It wasn't much longer after the end of my story that one of them disappeared and I sat and talked to the pretty sister for nearly 2 hours. I wish I remembered their names. I'm horrible with names and I forgot them both almost instantly, so I will name them Crazy Sister and Pretty Sister. I wasn't planning on asking Pretty Sister out or anything, but she was interesting and fun to talk to. She broke up with her boyfriend of 4 years a month ago, so even if she was wanted to go out with me, the occasional tears that would swell in her eyes told me she wasn't ready. Even though I knew this was going nowhere, i still enjoyed talking with her.

Crazy Sister was gone for a long time and I had actually forgotten about her. She materialized in a cloud of smoke at the bar in a pissed off drunken rage and got between the 2 of us and told me she doesn't like "switchers". What? I had to ask her what she meant. Apparently I was hitting on her and then "switched" and started hitting on Pretty Sister. She was also mad because I liked her sister better then her. "Don't deny it, I know you do. You were talking to her more than me. Look at her she's gorgeous. You wouldn't have a chance with her". She was gorgeous. I told her sarcastically, "You're right, I didn't have a chance with her. I already asked her for her number and she told me to fuck off."

I seem to be a crazy chick magnet. Pretty Sister looked embarrassed when her sister returned, but she was now approaching horror and Crazy Sister didn't seem to notice or care. I was even more confused when she tried to convince me that we have more in common and that I only liked her sister because of her looks. I wasn't sure if she was pissed off at me or hitting on me.

She couldn't come up with anything we have in common. If I had to guess, she must have counted getting an obscure hidden reference to a Quentin Tarantino film as a profound connection. Before she vanished, she asked me what I do for a job. I said, "I help people" and she immediately asked me if I was a cleaner. I was floored. Other than that, I had no idea what she was talking about. But she kept saying she didn't like switchers and I kept telling her that I wasn't hitting on either one of them. To prove me wrong, she asked her sister if I asked her for her number. She got a furrowed brow, tilted head no as an answer.

I wish I would have had a recorder in my pocket so I could play this night back. I would like to confirm that I am 100% innocent in this. I wasn't interested in the crazy girl at all, not even before she went crazy. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't my type and I didn't find her interesting. I wasn't running game on her, and if I did it wasn't intentional. I'm nearly certain she was just an angry cock blocker that has issues with her sister being gorgeous and more charming than she is.