Do You Get What You Ask for

So I met this girl at the bar the other night.

I was pretty drunk, so talking to her didn't take a lot of courage. We started to talk and I wanted some alcohol so I asked if I could buy her a drink. I knew full well she had a full drink already, but I thought I'd ask so that she would come with me to the bar and I wouldn't have to ditch her to get one for myself. We hit it off pretty well.

At least that's the impression I got when she took her tongue out of my mouth long enough for me to look up and see my cousin mouthing me the words “YOU'RE THE F*CKIN' MAN”.

I know they say you can always find something when you're not looking for it, but this was too much… of a good thing. I was only there to support my best friend on his last night of freedom before getting married, so picking up chicks was the furthest thing from my mind. (Well almost)

It wasn't like we just started talking out of nowhere. We've seen each other around, but have never spoken before that night. So if where I met her is an argument you'd like to have, enjoy it on your own time - I met her at the bar.

Now I don't know what it was, but this was the best I've felt in a long time.

I had hands all over my body and lips all over my neck. That's the sort of attention that demands reciprocation. Which I assure you was dealt with that certain amount of delicateness that only seduction has to offer. It's a great feeling to be in that moment. I remember forgetting that I was at the bar, until I opened my eyes. For a moment there, I was gone, in my own little world.

By no means am I turning this into a love story about the girl whom made me feel like a million bucks. It would be nice if this were a million-dollar story about a girl I bucked, but that's beside the point.

In all honesty, I don't know if it was the girl, or the situation, or both. But you and I both know that when it happens, it's always great. No matter how many times, it's the last time that's the best, or most memorable.

I was at the bar one night with a group of friends and the majority of them had taken off well before I was ready too. I was out looking for one buddy who had stayed back with me to party when I ran into a girl who had a crush on me in high school. This girl was not the brightest star in the galaxy. Did I mention that I literally ran into her? I had no choice but to acknowledge her, she took up most of the isle. (Not that I'm superficial, but what drunk guy wants to spend bar-time talking to society's reject) So obviously I was in no mood to deal with her. She was pretty drunk, and I was too. So she grabbed me and kissed me. All I remember was the force I had to use as I tried to keep my lips closed as I felt her tongue knocking to get in. I pushed her off as politely as I could and said I'd talk to her later as I speed-walked away and looked around hoping no one saw that. (I was drunk, not stupid) After that, it was one of the most memorable… not in a good way, but memorable nonetheless.

I've had my share of experiences at the bar and I'm sure I'll have a lot more. Like the time I made out with a girl on the pool table while her boyfriend went and got us drinks. And that same night, my buddy got accused of “looking at her” so her boyfriend wanted to kick his ass without knowing that I knew first-hand what flavor of lipstick she was wearing.

Also the time I was almost asked to be in a threesome. I left before she got to that point. But, hey, I got a free drink out of it. Then there was the time I made out with a lesbian at a house party.

My point is, that this past weekend and all the experiences before it are all situations that could normally only happen at the bar, or anywhere with a lot of people getting heavily intoxicated and half of them not knowing much more than that of what they're drinking. I find it funny that no matter how hammered people get and can't remember what happened the night before, they can always recall exactly what they had to drink, and how many shots. Everyone always has a story about that night too and no matter how drunk they get, they try to explain what happened, and how much fun they had. They don't remember some details so they either leave it out, or make it up. Why not? For the most part, you made up the night as you went along, you might as well do the same to the story. In my experience, that's what a good bar night is all about, misinterpretations and lost experiences.