I had the strangest night at the bar.
OK, so first of all, I’m going to the bar with a male friend and a female friend I just recently met at church. She’s interesting, but also not pretty and, much more importantly, seems strange. I say ‘seems strange’ because fuck I know I’m a strange dude and I’m willing to give a huge benefit of the doubt.
The thing with her is that when we first met yesterday, she started hitting on me. Hard. She complimented me, touched my leg and shoulder, got my number, and talked to me nonstop the whole night… at a worship service. The craziness kicked in when she got jealous about me mingling with other girls, and said things like “I don’t want to be pushy, but maybe you never want to see me again.” Now I know how girls feel when guys push too hard… On top of that, I ask about her to a guy I know at the worship service, and he says she has ‘boundary issues,’ and that ‘she is like that with everyone.’ :eek:
So, because I’m nice, and by nice I mean stupid, after a bible study she invited me too, I let her drive me home and we go to a bar together. Luckily I got a male friend of mine to come along. So tonight we’re at the bar, and she is hitting on every guy there. She invited 3 separate guys over to the table and got each one’s number. She claims that was just ‘being friendly.’ We all know that’s a fucking lie. OK, so before that bubble is burst, all three of us went outside.
While outside, a gorgeous chick in a tight red dress is pouting in the corner saying “I look shitty.” My friend starts sucking up to her and says “no no no you look great!” I am in a bad mood from the stress of the evening, so I say to her, “look at me hon.” She looks at me and I give her a good look. I say to her “meh, you look great!” She says “Why did you say ‘meh?’” I said, “Well, maybe you’re having an off night. Maybe you could look better.”
Bad decision. It’s tough, because on the one hand I wasn’t being purposefully hurtful, but yet there was definitely an evil, bitter side of me that reveled in the outcome. She started crying and ran off saying “OMG. How could you say that?!” My friend went over to apologize and of course that didn’t pan out. I felt bad for making her cry but at the same time I felt angry that such a hot girl would be fishing for compliments and then get upset when she wasn’t told exactly what she wanted to hear. Anyway, her boyfriend came over and asked what happened. We explained, and although things got dicey for a bit, it ended well with no altercation.
That’s when two underage chicks tried to sneak in and the cops came. The underage chicks then try to start fights with everyone, but nobody takes the bait. The religious girl who was flirting with other guys then says that this is why one shouldn’t drink. Then, on an unrelated note, she gets angry that I wasn’t stopping her from flirting with other guys earlier. She says “why didn’t you follow me and act interested?” WTF! Anyway, we head home…
Once at my place, she asks to come in. I feel bad, and to be frank a smidgen horny, so I let her in. Yes, “here is my sign.” Anyway, I make tea and cook her some instant soup. We then talk about our faith and how I shouldn’t be hanging out at bars and other places that God doesn’t like. I am a very faithful Christian, so while I try to listen intently, at the same time I feel bad that she is so straightlaced. I just listen and I explain to her how many of my zealously religious friends (not to mention my archdiocese of Boston) have done the most evil, and how I try to be a very worldly Christian. I realize then that I’m definitely not getting any poon, and my brain and heart all tell me that this is a good thing. My brain adds “don’t stick it in the crazy.” So, she decides then she has to leave, and we call it a night.
On the way out, seeing as on the way home earlier she was asking me how I felt about her romantically, I tell her that I like things about her but that I’m not ready to be in a relationship. I did like her when we first met, but after all this I’m frankly quite scared of her. She says fine and that “it’s no big deal.” We both know it’s a lie, but hey, fine by me.
Something about me attracts drama… .I’m so happy I’m still single. At least it makes for an interesting story (hopefully).
In conclusion, I hope that girl I made cry feels better though. Even if she was being emotional and silly, I was still an asshole, so I feel a little 
