tartpop

okay that settles it. from now on i'm having someone walk me to my car when i leave the bar. some drunk ass guy (he had come up to me and attempted to flirt earlier, and after i told him i was married and happily so still kept hitting on me! grrr...why can't some people take the hint?) tried to follow me out to my car in the parking lot. luckily i'm a faster mover and jumped in my car and drove off like a bat out of hell. but regardless it scared the poop out of me. now i understand why my husband worries about me going out alone.