Quick backstory: I was at this summer outing work function thing at a baseball game recently. My company got us club-level tickets at the 755 Club in Turner Field (non-baseball fans: Google it, you America's-pastime-hating commies) and comped us an open bar, food, that kinda thing. It's a big bar, and we didn't rent out the whole thing or anything, so there were plenty of other people there.
The alcohol was flowing freely, and I, like the rest of my functionally alcoholic friends, tend to drink like a fish whenever there's an open bar involved - what I'm going to hear from a crapload of you is that that was my first mistake (you're probably right).
Struck up a conversation with one of the HB8s there who weren't from my company - I guess it was a mediocre opener, but for as drunk as everyone was, I guess it was good enough (y'all can critique, though): I was taking a drink while she was briefly talking to a friend of mine; our eyes met, she smiled and seemed to blush a bit, so I took that as an opening to say something - "I feel like we had a moment right there!" then blah blah drunken banter blah (she was drunk, too, and I'm actually fairly witty when I'm drunk; she was definitely laughing at whatever stupid crap I said, at least).
Long(er) story short: I was getting her drinks on the company's tab (they didn't care), got the number, she left with the crew she rode in with, I blacked out and had an... uh, let's say "interesting" morning the next day (I'll spare y'all the details, though it's a funny story in its own right-involves being too nice/white to arrest and being sent to a hospital instead). This brings us to the ensuing text message thread the next day:
Me: Still alive!
Me: What're you doing for lunch today?
HB8: Something involving copious amounts of water
HB8: To flush the alochol from my poor system
Me: Sounds like a soup kinda day, then! Where you like going for lunch?
HB8: I usually stick close to work
Me: Are you on-campus? (She works at a university.)
HB8: I'm not sure if today is a good day, maybe next week?
Me: What you told me is code for "I called in sick this morning and might still be drunk by noon" - Which is cool with me! What're you up to tonight? (My lame attempt at countering her shit test; anything better I could've said?)
HB8: Ha, no I'm at work
HB8: I've just got a big deadline to meet by Monday and need to focus
Me: Well don't waste time talking to me! I'll hit you up tonight, girl (Yes, yes, I know EXACTLY what you're gonna say about this one, and I realized it right after I sent it; hopefully still salvagable.)
Me: Doing anything for dinner?
(After a two-day Freeze-Out)
Me: What up? You get your stuff done today? 'Cause this ain't gonna work out if you're unemployed now (My lame attempt to make up for the dlv I did to myself earlier.)
And that's where we stand. It's a new week, and she probably got her work done, so that won't be a legit excuse. I don't think I shot myself too bad in the foot, and I'm just trying to keep her responding and the conversation flowing. I'd like to try getting at least a lunch/meet-for-drinks-like-how-we-met date out of it (or more), but it's tough to get ANYTHING if she doesn't respond at all.
So here we go. Where would y'all go from here?