Here’s a tasty pickup fantasy (fantasy?) from reader Adam. Let him know your thoughts in the comments section, and enjoy!
I was beginning to tire of my trips to Vancouver to oversee the turnaround of one of my business units. I love the city, but the work was prohibiting my enjoyment of it. Normally, after a long day and a seemingly longer dinner, I would simply go back to my hotel room and crash. However, on this night something was drawing me out. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I decided to go with it.
After freshening up in my hotel room, I ventured out into the early night. I left my suit on, but ditched the tie. The sun had set, but it was a nice, warm autumn night. I paused for a moment to take in the magnificent view of the mountains that surround the city. I found what appeared to be a hip looking bar one block from my hotel. I settled into a spot at the center of the bar, ordered a pint of one the city’s great local brews and glanced up toward the array of televisions above, hoping that a game of some sort would catch my attention. The crowd was lively but not rowdy for a Thursday.