If you’re inhibitions are down when you drink, then is what you say what is REALLY on your mind? Or when you say something asinine, is it the alcohol talking? I stopped in a bar the other night because it seemed like a good band was playing. For those of you who are new to following my posts, here is a news flash: I love music. Subways, bars, ballrooms, where ever it is, you will probably find me. Which is the only reason I stepped into that bar to begin with: Music. Being that I am an attractive woman, I do get hit on frequently but this guy beat all records. I didn’t even have time to look at the band before he was offering to buy me a drink. So we talked as well as you can in a music bar, listened to music, yelled above the music some more and listened some more. After a bit, I really needed to go home because I was tired, so I let my new friend know this. He immediately grabs my arm firmly and demands that I stay. No, I really need to go and you really need to let go of my arm. Well, what about my needs??? He demands to know. It is at this point that my jaw drops to the ground. I missed the part in school where they tell everyone that one beer (and they didn’t even have Blue Moon) makes you obligated to the other person. If I had know that I would have bought my own damn beer. Needless to say, I removed his hand from my arm and proceeded to walk home. Alone.
