poetrybetween

drunk.

stopped in the bar when i got off work at 1:56.
I just wanted one beer.
the bartender loves me, because i gave him $60 dollars the first time we met (in my defence he paid for my drinks for 3 hours).
So i tried to just have a beer. but he kept setting up shots, and more beers.

and why can't i go into a bar alone without men trying to take me home? Is it so weird that i wan't a drink, not a hook-up?
What's wrong with this world, where a woman who like alcohol is automatically put on the market at any local bar?
oh well. a firm handshake and a well timed flagging take care of all possible problems.
plus most guys want to come back to by place for a beer, and I inform them that this is impossible since i keep no alcohol in my house, and i'm going the opposite way that they are going (which is usually true, and otherwise i make up a street address).

okay good night.