I was out at the Shaskeen last night, and ended up meeting a few nice people, which always happens whenever I’m there.  I know I’m biased when it comes to this bar, but it seems like I always meet interesting people who can hold an intelligent conversation. For instance, a few months ago, I met the Chairman of the NH GOP, Wayne MacDonald, and just last weekend I was talking to a wonderful group of guys who were off-duty police officers.

Never a dull moment at the Shaskeen…

Anyway, I ended up staying a few hours after having a shot of Jack Daniels and told my friend Shawn to come join me if he was out and about.  I let him know that I’m at The Shaskeen and send him this text:

CARRIE:  I’m at the front bar.  There’s a really good band playing here tonight.

Unbeknownst to me, after I sent that text and while I was sitting at the bar chatting with a guy and his friend, Shawn had sat down right next to me and was watching me carry on with the two guys.   And, instead of tapping me on the shoulder to let me know he arrived, he starts texting me instead…

   SHAWN:  You’re taller than me sitting down.

   SHAWN:  I’m behind you when you finish.  🙂

   SHAWN:  I’m going to grab your super hero ass in a second.

   SHAWN:  The hair flip was a nice touch.

   SHAWN:  Seems sincere, but the tattoos worry me.

   SHAWN:  That ring is toooooo big.

   SHAWN:  Grande Rojo!!!!!

   SHAWN:  You hungry????

I’m not one of those girls who sits at a bar and then stares into her cell phone all night, so I did notice any of Shawn’s texts.  (Who is going to approach you at a bar if you are engrossed with your cell phone?)

In the middle of a discussion about music with the guys, and giving the plug on my favorite Nashville Rock-a-Billy band, “The Billygoats,” it was only after Shawn’s last text did I check my cell phone.

I read his texts and I immediately turn around and find Shawn sitting right next to me.  This, of course, makes me laugh out loud, because I know he was happily observing the guys hits on me.

Shawn and I chit-chat for a bit and then we leave to go get something to eat down the street at Margarita’s.

After a good talk and catch up over some Mexican food, we leave and I walk back to my car, which was parked directly across the street from the Shaskeen.  When I get to my car I notice this on my car window:

(I blacked out his phone number and name to protect the innocent.)

Now, a few things crossed my mind when I saw this…

First, I thought my friend Shawn was pulling my leg and had left this on my car.  Then I decided it wasn’t him.  But then who?  I was confused, because if someone saw me inside the Shaskeen, then how did they know my car?  And, if they saw me get out of my car and walk into the Shaskeen, why wouldn’t they just come over and talk to me?

This leads me into my next point:  Men, why would you leave an anonymous note on my car and think that cursive handwriting and flattery will provoke a phone call from me?  How do I know you aren’t missing your front tooth and could be weighing in at 300 pounds?  How do I know you are not old enough to be my grandfather?  And, look, if you’re too shy to approach me in person, it means you are hiding something….

(I know it’s a bit much, but I’ve been at this a lot longer than most.)

Now, don’t get me wrong, I think the gesture was very sweet, but it would have been less creepy and more sincere if he just approached me in person.

I’m approachable!

So, those are my thoughts about this anonymous note.  I’m open to any thoughts and suggestions.

~Carrie

PS:  If you do go down to check out The Shaskeen, be sure to check out my beautiful and lovely pansies I planted in the window boxes.  I was appointed the Window Flower Box Director!

Just wait until this summer what magic is going to happen in those window boxes!  Whoop!