Another night out…

I went down to the Big I last night and sat at the bar in back with the new, cute, blond, nice rack, bartender. She doesn’t mind talking to me so we spent a couple-three hours getting to know each other. No band last night & no big games on so it was relatively quiet.  Around 1:30AM or so a couple wanders in and sits down close to me, I glance at the guy, get that feeling that comes over me less often then it use to and blurt out, “You look like a football coach to me”. He asks my why I think that, I explain my feelings about it, he laughs and tells me he’s Knute Rockne’s great grandson.  Nailed it. And WOW, interesting guy.

Knute Rockne's Great Grandson...

Anyway we talk about college football awhile, and he shows me his ID, and yes, his name is also Knute Rockne. Meanwhile I explain to the kids near by who Rockne was. His friend had wandered away and I asked how well he did with the ladies with that famous name? He tells me that he’s only slept with 4 women (volunteered the info, I didn’t ask directly) even with the name. Well, we have a good time talking and eventually he asks how I could have possibly guessed his background and I tell him I’m just naturally perceptive. He tells me his friend, who has returned, is too and she proceeds to guess what my sign is. She misses it repeatedly even though I’m helping her narrow it down. A tad bit drunk she was and perceptive she isn’t. Anyway, a few minutes later and she’s pissed at me for no other reason then I showed her up as NOT being perceptive. She moves over right next to me and starts trying to berate me while inventing something to be mad at me for. I quickly talk circles around her and her bogus arguments and with a touch here and a kiss there soon she’s melted a little and I’m holding her hand and she’s kissing me and I see Knute laughing at us and our sillyness. I gave her a last kiss or two and she finally gives up hating me and moves back to Knute. She’s very pretty and he’s a lucky man to have her as a friend except she’s a little wacko, in a fun way. I ran into him again a couple nights ago and he tells me she isn’t his wife like I thought but a friend.

Hmm, just getting interesting.