Putting it on record

I just want to start by saying on record, "This is a bad idea.  Nothing good can come from this, and I am fully acknowledging the bad idea that this is."  There, I've said it.  Moving on....or rather moving backwards to tell you the story that has lead up to this preemptive statement.

Last Friday (Halloween) I rolled up to the local gay bar (a.k.a. The Bar, because really, where else do I go?) and the place was hopping.  I mean really hopping.  I found my crew and was chilling with them at our tables when I saw this girl sitting nearby who I have never seen there before.  [Side note: Now, I have zero gaydar...I mean zero....and have stopped hitting on women because I am 3 for 3 in finding the only straight girl at the bar who is there with their gay friend/family member and hitting on her...seriously.  I've given up, and if you are interested in me you need to get your gay ass up and come talk to me, because if I'm into you, you are probably straight.  So, yeah...]  Anyway, I see Cutie Little Femme (hereby known as CLF) and based on my track record assume she is straight.  Well my good friend S, notices her checking me out and as a great wingman should, introduces herself, opens the door and walks away.  Realizing she is in the community I go for it, because seriously people, CLF is my type to a T.  I mean from the hair color, to the style, everything....and I'm thinking, S just became an even more awesome friend and I need to hook her up with someone later.  As the night goes on I am macking on this girl something fierce and she is throwing it right back....and then out of curiosity I asked how old she was.....wait for it people......wait for it......eighteen.   WTF???  She did not look eighteen, act eighteen, or anything.  Me being me, I instantly hit the breaks because that is a BIG age difference.  S notices this and asks what's up, I explain and she feel awful because she opened the door.  (Side note: everyone thought she was around 22...S, R, A, me, D...everyone....)  I'm internally freaking out, feeling like a predator, but I cannot shake this girl....I mean, she would smile and I was drawn right back in like a moth to a flame.....then I would hear the voice of reasoning in my head, distance myself again, only to find myself drawn back in.  Everything inside of me wanted to get her number but the voice of reasoning held out because again, she is eighteen.

Pick back up last night at the drag king show at The Bar (which by the way was AWESOME!) and CLF shows up (yes, I was hoping she would) and she comes by, says hi, etc. and then goes off to talk with some other people she had met the other weekend.  I'm not an idiot (although this situation may sway your vote otherwise) and I can see her checking me out and smiling from across the room during the night.  Towards the end of the night she asks me to dance, we talk some more, I'm getting ready to head out and saying my goodbyes to my people.  I go over to her to say goodnight, good to see you again, drive safe, etc. ....then I decided I should grow a pair.  Yes people, I asked for her number....her face lit up, and we exchanged digits.  

Again, I would like to go on record as the first person saying, "This is a bad idea.  Nothing good can come from this, and I am fully acknowledging the bad idea that this is."  

And I don't care.