The day I stopped going to bars:
After doing the ‘pretend I’m looking for a friend’ walk, through three other establishments, I landed at a place determined to get a good drink, if not a flirtatious moment. While sipping on my iced down vodka tonic, enjoying a warm breeze on the patio, a fellow approaches. “Hey can I talk to you? Oh wait, I need another drink…just a second.” After taking two steps towards the bar, he turns on his heel…maybe he will ask about my drink. “I have to go to the bathroom and then get my drink.” He slurs: “Don’t go anywhere, will ya?” Of course I did not leave, until he was out of site and I had downed the last swallow of my drink.