So… If you’ve been with me for a while now, you know that me and the hubby have been together for 5 years, but you may also remember that time that we weren’t together. That crazy 10 months where I did a lot of crazy things. That crazy 10 months where I made friends with a chick whose husband ran a bar. And from there, it went really crazy… During those 10 months, I did things that I never would have normally done, but I also had a lot of fun. During those 10 months, one crazy thing in particular sticks out in my mind… I kissed a girl.
The night I kissed a girl…
One the particular night that I have in mind, there was a bachelorette party going on at the bar. I was waiting in line at the bar for my free drink (the perks of being friends with the manager!) when the bachelorette herself decided that she was going to make me her friend. She stood behind me in line and kept trying to start up a conversation. It wasn’t until much later in the night that I figured out that she thought I was a lesbian.
Now, I won’t delve into this too much, but why is it that every drunk party girl thinks that chicks with short hair are lesbians?
I got my free drink, turned around to go back and listen to the band play, and all of a sudden this girl wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I want to say, by this time in my life, I was no stranger to bar games and doing things like this to get guys to by drinks, so I just went along with it and went back to my friend (I was a little buzzed anyhow).
A little while later, she found me again… She started this game all over again, and while I was a bit irritated with it, I was also thinking “What the hell, free drinks.” So, drunk me went along with it. A little while later, I was more than irritated, I couldn’t move without her being right up under me. By this time, super drunk me was sick of it and couldn’t figure out what to do… This girl kept trying to tell me about where “we” were going next.
I called a friend. I told him what was happening. He thought I was joking or overreacting. Told me he’s come get me when the bar closed and everything would be fine.
I started texting him… I begged him. Told him I was scared. I stopped drinking, told him that I really thought I was going to be forced to leave with these girls. Finally, I went and hid in a bathroom stall and called again. He decided that something was definitely wrong and promised he’d come to get me.
I’ve never been so happy in my life to be an old boring person… As a female, you always worry about creepy men in bars, but you never think about the women that are there.