Tuesday night highlight:
I wasn't going to drink Tuesday (I know. I know. I'm a bad non-drinker) but it was my girl friend's birthday (girl SPACE friend, calm down) and she got like a million free drinks and many of them were too large for her to finish alone. And she didn't "need" anymore.
So I was a good friend and helped her out.
This made me really drunk and work on Wednesday d r a g.
It also made me even more oblivious to men and men signals. I spoke with a man near the end of the night, whom I assumed was gay. He had been talking to another man earlier that I knew for sure was gay, and I heard the word "gay". They were all well dressed. Also, someone has said that bar was the new "gay hangout".
So I start joking with this guy, thinking he is gay. I had been hot all night and felt like a smelly, drowned dog mess, I was not in the mood to "pick up" men.
We're laughing about whatever is funny at 2am, after drinking a fish bowl and love bucket (it was really called a "love bucket" and was served in a metal bucket- very tastey). And all of a sudden he's like, "...if you give me your phone number so I can call you to go out to dinner."
I just stared at him. He's like, "Seriously, I'd like to take you out later this week." I was trying not to say, "But you're gay!". So I just gave him my number.
I'm not smooth and finally said,m "Uh, I thought you were gay." Which he was only mildly amused by and insisted in having me repeatedly explain why I thought he was gay so he could repeatedly reaffirm that he was not gay.
He also didn't understand why I let one of the real life gay men touch my breasts and he could not.
I didn't answer when he called.