Canada, eh?

Monday was good; went to the gym after work and was able to take up where I left off. Tuesday I stayed later at work so that Cuqui could go to her diabetes class in Redlands. I didn't have chorus rehearsal, but we were told to plan on going to karaoke at Streetbar around 9PM. I was supposed to have dinner with several chorus members beforehand, but that was cancelled when Jim called me to say he couldn't go due to a headlight burning out in his car. I ended up going to Matchbox and getting a pizza and Chianti. Nice quiet time by myself. I then went to Streetbar and saw some of my chorus friends. I put in a couple of songs for karaoke. Ended up meeting a guy from Vancouver, and there was mutual attraction. Spent most of the night hanging at with him, until his friend decided it was time to go.
The next day, Wednesday, we were asked to go to Hotel Zosa for the cabaret show. One of our sponsors was there singing, and we needed to show our support. It was a nice show, I had a couple of red wines. Towards the end, I decided to go to Streetbar. My voice at this point was starting to go. I thought maybe it was from all the singing on Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday. It ended up being congestion in my chest. Art, the guy I met the previous night, was there at the bar and came over to say hi. He told me how his friends said that I was pursuing him the other night. Ha, and so what. We ended up spending the whole time together, and I drove him back to where he was staying after his ride left. He invited me in, but I had to refuse because I needed to go to work in the morning, and I really don't feel comfortable in going back home with someone who is a guest of another. Talk about an uncomfortable situation! He gave me his business card with his phone number written on it. The next day, I could not find it. I thought that it slipped through the seam in the center console. Good luck ever finding it there. Saturday, I finally looked again in the car and found the card on the driver's side next to the seat & center console. I sent him a text message, but I don't know if he will get it, or if he even cares at this point. I'm not too concerned. But he was a nice guy. I was telling strangers at the bar that he was my partner of 20 years and he was playing along with it. I love messing with people like that! The strangers, not him. I'm not a total scamp!