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haha
stopped at a brewery after dinner because their happy hour lasts an hour longer than the restaurant we were in; the power had gone out on the block inexplicably.
some short semi slimy guy scooted down next to me. one of those guys that is so self important he doesn't even realize he's a douchebag. but i'm usually a polite conversationalist, til eventually my liberal honesty tends to scare off dudes of that nature.
i mentioned that the newest indian jones ended up being not all that bad and he said being a scientist he still refuses to see it because aliens do not exist. we argued about that until he spotted someone he knew at the end of the bar and scuttled off.
i sat alone, quiet, texting my boyfriend and my father. went to the bathroom and outside for a smoke and dude siddled back up to me, noticeably drunker.
we started talking about buddhism which led me to bring up my tattoos. his blatant eyeballing must have caused my nose to twitch because he tried to keep it under the radar after that even though it was obvious he wanted me to let him rub the tattoo on my stomach.
'i gotta go. i gotta slam this; a friend just got off the bus.'
said friend got to the bar before he could get his tab from the busy bartender, wrapped her arm around him and planted a kiss on his lips.
i slid off my stool and scooted out the door, silent.
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