I went to the pub across the street from my place for their cheap hot wing night. Brought my book, sat down, ordered a beer...and I was accosted by the local drunk (yes, there's more than one, but I'm talking about the obnoxious one that I mistakenly allowed to help me move some stuff and now he knows where I live and won't leave me alone).
Anyway, no, that's not the ambusher. While I'm ignoring Drunky Mcdrunkerson, a regular, who runs the bar's karaoke night, came in with a bunch of his friends. He waved at me, and came over to say hi, thankfully scaring away the creep. But then he stayed...and stayed...
...through my first beer, through my ordering my food, through my making a total mess tearing apart hot wings and scarfing bleu cheese...through my second beer, through all the rest of his friends leaving... Until I finally had to ask for my check, put on my coat and pointedly tell him that I was leaving.
He insisted on walking me the 100 feet to my building. And when I turned around to tell him goodbye, he kissed me. Awkward. I'd have said something snide and witty to him, but it was the most action I've gotten from a guy in months.
I say you should make out longer next time.
ReplyDeleteIt was cold outside, and I had a pile of laundry all over upstairs ;)
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