This was supposed to be posted May 29th :) 

WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I?!?!?!?!  I went to a pub for dinner.  Didn't really feel like cooking tonight and I wanted to try this pub that opened down the street last month.  Felt like I was in a great place as soon as I walked in, fight playing on one screen, basketball game playing on the other screen, I ordered my fish and chips and a pint of cider and settled in at the bar for a nice meal and some people watching. 

I brought my journal with me, an attempt to force me to write a little more.  I'm focused in my own little world and ready to enjoy my evening.  Sigh... my evening is about to get better.  In walks a spectacular example of every thing sexy in a man, and yes ladies and gentlemen he is sitting a discrete stool away from me.  Rocking body, hey I have eyes, and gorgeous eyes of his own.  He orders an ale from the bar tender and I'm thinking it's gonna be a little harder to focus on my journal while he checks out the menu. 

My fired masterpiece arrives with a bottle of malt vinegar; yes I'm feeling good about my dinner.  Then the hot guy orders a salad.  Now there is really nothing wrong with ordering a salad, nothing at all.  However, salad is not the first meal choice I think of when sitting at the bar in an Irish Pub, with a pint of ale!  Then I overhear the following conversation...

HG (hot guy)- Do you follow this American Basketball "thing". 
BT (bartender)- Not really, but it's the playoffs, so we've had a lot of requests to watch the game. 
HG- It doesn't make any sense.  How many games to they have to play before this is over?
BT- Not sure let's look at the info on the menu.

Bartender then pushes buttons on the remote, we find out this is game 5 of 7 and Hot Guy decides there is a more appropriate game playing for the bar TV.  Channels are changed and now we are watching the French Open. 

Sorry, this guy is no longer so hot in my mind.  Is it wrong?  I feel I could never respect a man who knows less about a sport than me.  I'm not a huge fan of basketball but even I know who's getting spanked in the playoffs! 

And don't get me wrong, I can appreciate the athleticism required to play tennis and play it well.  But when in a pub, I have to question the appropriateness of choosing tennis over the playoffs and dare I say masculinity as well!  Goodness!