Last Night

So aside from Puzzle Quest and Spectrobes (a game I'm still very undecided about) yesterday I went out drinking. Regular listeners will know that this NEVER ends well.

So I met Jack Hewitt in town, for once I was the one late as I wanted him to see what it feels like. Now I had a very bad feeling deep in my gut, I trust my gut I do. As Jack explained that he had to go to a friend's house to get some pills I felt the aforementioned gut really clamp up.

That done and me not involved, we headed to Manhattans. A rock bar from what I gathered, a few people in there I hadn't seen in a while. The gut was still screaming the warning but I couldn't see anything odd. Then it hit me. These people don't know me, there are many things people will do when they don't know me.

Guys will talk to me, people will be friendly, they won't avoid me in case I start emitting pervy thoughts and they will try to get me to dance. None of this stuff is bad, but then comes the killer.

Girls.

As the night wore on and I got more drunk and more deaf, my gut was screaming blue murder about the girl sat next to me. Then around 12:15am it happened. She tapped me on the shoulder (she'd spoken to me a few times already) and showed me the text on her phone. I'll translate it out of txt tlk.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Oh hell. Every time I go out I dread that question. I live in fear of girls asking me out (some things never change) because when you're in a normal bar you have no idea how they'll react. As for this question i shook my head, determined to avoid the dreaded question for as long as possible. Then it came.

"Are you gay?"

ARGH!! I couldn't dodge this one, with adrenaline and fear coursing through every part of my body I could feel I paused (more froze really) then nodded. You'd think that would be that, and so did I. I of course, forgot that regardless of how comfortable I had felt in a room full of people up to this point, however much I felt that this was my scene with my kind of people, this was still a Friday night out in Hereford. Guys will get drunk and start fights, everyone will start dancing to music they don't even like, and girls will still think that no matter what they still have a divine right to turn back any cute guy (and I was getting a lot of looks last night) who has strayed out of their grasp. This girl was no different.

"Are you interested?"

I froze again, here was a chance. Could I really turn back just for one night? Then it didn't matter how much alcohol I'd had, I knew my own mind. I shook my head, no one-nighters is a rule I've had since 15. Add to that how I'd feel if I went back on my decision, possible consequences and even the slight fondness I hold for my own virginity. I finished up my drink and left.

Drunk, yes. But I always know what's right for me. Nights out for me never end well. No matter how good the beginning and middle were.