Wendell and Josh were funny enough (at least when they were coherent). They had a genuine interest in me (and so what if the only other woman around used a walker and smelled like Bengay?).
It didn't even bother me that Josh would sit down, turn I'm-going-to-yak-pale, and then say, "No, I really need to stand up." Between Josh's dry heaves, he told me that he is in medical school. This can only be verified by his drunken use of medical jargon (so he may be a future brain surgeon, or he may just know his way around WebMD).
Amidst the flirtation/interrogation I found out little about Wendell other than he loses his words when he's tipsy/drunk/on the verge of passing out. He tried carrying on a conversation, but it became challenging.
I, of course gave them a fake name and offered up few details. At one point, Wendell told me that he liked me, "because there is something real about you." Right. Just not my name.
I'm sure these two are lovely gentlemen and if they would have remembered my name the next day, I might have even given them the real one.
Amidst the flirtation/interrogation I found out little about Wendell other than he loses his words when he's tipsy/drunk/on the verge of passing out. He tried carrying on a conversation, but it became challenging.
I, of course gave them a fake name and offered up few details. At one point, Wendell told me that he liked me, "because there is something real about you." Right. Just not my name.
I'm sure these two are lovely gentlemen and if they would have remembered my name the next day, I might have even given them the real one.
It was only earlier that day I received a text message that read "Hey there! It's me, Jim from the Metro on Friday. I'm not sure if you'll remember me, but I'd like to hang out with you sometime."
This is scary in the sense that I DO NOT REMEMBER meeting a Jim at the Metro. At all. And I have an out of state phone number, so it's kind of hard to have gotten this text on accident.
This is scary in the sense that I DO NOT REMEMBER meeting a Jim at the Metro. At all. And I have an out of state phone number, so it's kind of hard to have gotten this text on accident.
Friday night...hmmm...
Bar. Beer. Shot! Food? Beer. New bar. Pink mixed drink. Uncontrollable laughter. Cold Outside. Sleepy. New Bar. BEER. Talking to strangers. BEER. Talking to strangers. Metro. Need to pee. Need to pee. Need to pee. Got caught staring at someone and tried to pass it off with a smile. Ah-ha!
Bar. Beer. Shot! Food? Beer. New bar. Pink mixed drink. Uncontrollable laughter. Cold Outside. Sleepy. New Bar. BEER. Talking to strangers. BEER. Talking to strangers. Metro. Need to pee. Need to pee. Need to pee. Got caught staring at someone and tried to pass it off with a smile. Ah-ha!
That would be Jim. Yes, there was a Jim.
See? I could not judge Wendell and Josh...as I too have flirted under the influence.
Friends don't let friends flirt drunk...
