The Good Girl Gone Blog

Last night started off slowly with a long "line-up," as Canadians say, outside of Lucky Bar. Not to be discouraged, Jenni and I hoofed it to another club, freezing our butts off and hoping to get in.

After the guy quadruple checked that my ID wasn't fake (he had a book and everything!) we made our way upstairs. Jenni bought us both drinks and we sat down at a table to survey the room.

As we sat their in our cute outfits sipping girly drinks, a guy came over and put his arm around me.

"Alana, you totally just got macked on by a Canadian boy!'

Hooray, 1 point for me.

When we made our way onto the dance floor, we were surrounded by girls in particularly small outfits. Jenni decided it was time for another drink. Unfortunately, we couldn't see the bar because a particularly tall monstrosity of a boy blocked our path.

Now, I've mentioned before that I like tall boys, so I thought, why not, I'm on vacation. I purposefully "accidentally" bumped into him and he turned around and initiated a conversation.

More points for me. That makes two.

Of course he asked me my height and I told him...and then I learned that he was (drumroll please...) 6'5". 6'5" with dark hair, dark eyes. Oh wait, did I forget to mention that he plays forward for his college's basketball team?

I think that makes 3 points.

Tall- check. 

Attractive- check.

Basketball player- two checks.

I asked him to dance and he happily obliged, making sure to mention that he was a horrible dancer and that I'd have to take the lead. He asked me if I'd mind that he was so much taller than me. Haha, if only he knew.

We danced and chatted for a while. I found out he also loved the thrill of jumping off waterfalls. Then randomly, I asked him if he knew my favorite flower.

"Gerbera daisy," he replied.

Points for him.

They are my favorite flower. Apparently, they're the only flowers he knows.

Oh right, and then he bought me a beer, which is points for me. A Canadian boy bought me a drink.

That makes 4.

I could go on and on about how wonderful last night was, but then this post would be too long. I will say that it was very refreshing talking to a Canadian boy, especially because he was so polite. I couldn't help but smile every time he uttered "pardon me," which was extremely often because it's hard to hear a girl a foot and a half shorter than you in a noisy bar.

Oh yeah, and in case you think Canadians don't actually say "eh," they do, and it's adorable, especially coming out of a tall and charming basketball player.