The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be

Geplaatst op 07-01-2025

“The Patriots suck!”

I turned around from the bar to see this attractive brunette with blue eyes shooting daggers at me. I have no idea who this girl is and she smiles as she walks away.

“Hey,” I yell after her, “who the hell are you?”

She smiles and continues to meet her friends in the lounge. It wasn’t like the Patriots were playing or that I was wearing any sports-related attire. I’m perplexed, I had seen her in the hotel the night before and had actually been trying to figure out a way to talk to her. And yet, she approaches me, not only that, but she insults my team. What gives? I walked over to her group and sat down.

“Do I know any of you?”

One guy pipes up that he’s read my blog. We do introductions around the table until we get to her. No introduction, won’t tell me her name or shake my hand. Interesting. She will, however, continue to badmouth all of the Boston sports teams. Incessantly. Clearly she’s having fun but I’m still at a loss as to her motivations.

She continues to lay into me…hard. I’ve never heard this level of sarcasm coming from a girl. Not only does she not tell me her name, she makes vague allusions to herself that are absolutely not true. She mentions offhand that she’s in sales, but there’s clearly no reason for her to be at the conference we’re all attending if that was true. I pick up her name as others talk to her, but she still never gives it to me directly.

The conversation continues and I start barbing her back. Sarcasm is one of my strongest muscles, and so the battle is on. Her friends are repeatedly laughing as we trade insults back and forth and flash the finger periodically. She’s never had an opponent like me. And I’ve never had one like her.

We end up talking for a couple of hours in the lounge and she calms down a bit. I get to know a little bit about her, her hobbies, likes and dislikes. Sadly, the clock strikes 11 and we all head our separate ways. I offer my hand to everyone at the table, including her. Instead of taking it, she flips me off. That’s it, the damage had been done; she was in my head. I found our conversation so enthralling, challenging, and flirty that I thought about her all night. Then it struck me, none of it matters.

There’s only two more days that we’ll both be at the hotel. After that, I go back to California and she goes back to Colorado. If I met this girl under normal circumstances, I’d have to pursue. Under these circumstances, though, I feel helpless. This is one of the most interesting girls I’ve ever met in my life, and there’s precisely zero chance of anything happening due to distance. Maybe I could convince her to have a night of fun, maybe not, but that’s not really what I want. I want to know her, I want to see if the source of her sarcasm is close to mine, I want to talk to her and learn more about her. And all of that will never happen because of circumstances.