Carpe-ing the Diem

I've never had to write the past tense for carpe. Horace is probably turning in his grave and cursing me in Latin.

Now onto the blog and meaning of the title for said blog.

To begin the story, I should give you the set-up. My friend and I decided to enjoy a nice evening involving dinner and a movie.

Before the movie, we had dinner at TGI Friday's (love the fish n' chips). Food was good and we had our silly little conversations about movies, music, and my unusual-but-not-too-odd man-crushes on David Tennant and John Barrowman. Well, said friend had to use the restroom which then caused me to be the only one in the booth. As I was twiddling my thumbs, the hostess came over to my table. She just started asking how our dinner was, which didn't seem to odd. But then she just rested her knee on the seat opposite of me and was asking about why I enjoy the fish n' chips so much. Like most men, Tanner doesn't know too much about flirtatious signals. I took this as one of those.

On our way out to the car, I asked my friend what she thought of this. She said it was a little different that the hostess would do that and that she did conveniantly when my FEMALE friend wasn't at the table. Sometimes I look way too much into things.

As we enjoyed our gigglesome film, I thought so many times when women were incredibly obvious about flirting with me and I did nothing. As soon as the movie was out, I was talking to my friend about this. And then she asked "So, you wanna go back to TGI Friday's?" I looked up , gritted my teeth, and said "Yes. I think I will." So we drove on back and I was in the car for a few minutes thinking about what to do. "It's do or die, Tanner," said my friend. I took a deep breath, walked to the door, and guess who walked out. Yes. It was that nice hostess who I shared a little minute-long conversation about fish n' chips and I want to visit London. I walked up to her and sputtered out a few words about how I kinda felt she and I had a connection and how I was a lonely dork who doesn't really know how to read women upon my first meeting with them. She gave me a little grin and said "Actually, I'm married." I said good night, walked to the car, told my friend about it, and we had a giggle about it. "But at least you got out of your comfort zone and took a shot." This was true. I did.

I was feeling pretty good. Still am a little.

However, I don't think I'll go back to that TGI Friday's for a while.

And yes. I'm aware that I have much to learn about women.