Sunday, April 10, 2005

Update - I've posted a new poem to my poetry blog.

Just another Saturday night adventure. LOL What a night! Now, I have been hit on at the bar before, but never quite with the persistence of this drunken young man.
I'm sitting in my usual spot, listening to the music and chit chatting with a couple seated to my left, the stool on my right is empty. A cute somewhat inebriated young man comes over and asks:
"Is this seat taken?"
Me: "No"
Him: "Mind if I sit here"
Me: "No, go ahead"
I return to chit chatting, a few moments later I feel a tap on my arm.
Him: "So, are you married?"
Me: "No"
Him: "Good, I don't want to get beat up for talking to you."

I just shook my head and laughed.

Him: "So, you live here in the Harbor?"
Me: "No, Zion."
Him: "I live just across the street, you wanna come over and hang out?"
Me: "How old are you?"
Him: "24"
Me: "I am old enough to be your mother!"
Him: "I don't care."
Me: "I don't think so."

He gets up and walks away leaving me there shaking my head in wonder. What is it that happens to young men when they drink? I go back to listening to the music and more chit chat. A short time later, guess who comes back?

Him: "My names Justin, what's yours?"

He asks this just as Kathryn the bartender asks "Vicky you want another beer?"

Him: "What did she call you?"
Me: "Nikki"

(I wasn't going to tell him my real name)

Him: "So why don't you want to come home with me?"
Me: "I told you, I'm old enough to be your mother."
Him: "I don't care, you look good."
Me: "That's sweet, but no."

Again he gets up and walks away. I shake my head, drunks! I go back to what I was doing. A short time later, guess who comes back. He sits down next to me, and says nothing for a while.

Him: "mmmmm, You look good. What do you have against young guys?"
Me: "I don't have anything against young men."
Him: "Where are you going when you leave here?"
Me: "After I drop the bouncer off, I'm going home."
Him: "Then why won't you come home with me?"
Me: "I don't want to."

At this point he gets up, not happy and walks off. He has become like a gnat, harmless but irritating. I talk to Dave, the bouncer and let him know that the guy is pretty drunk, he will keep an eye on him. The bartenders have noticed his condition and have cut him off. I am chatting with Lisa, the owner when the gnat approaches yet again. He sits down next to me and looks down my shirt.

Him: "Damn, I'd like to hit that ass, come home with me."
Me: "Look, I have already told you no three times, are you learning impaired? Do you not understand what the word no means? Leave me alone."

He walks off, I am keeping an eye on him from this point on. It is crowded in the bar and eventually I loose sight of him. After about 30 minutes with no sight of him, I figure he has either left or found someone else to bother so I start to relax. I turn to chit chat with the couple on my left again when I sense someone on my right, the gnat is back.

Him: "So you don't want to fuck me?"
Me: "That's it. Get the fuck away from me!"

He goes. I look for Dave, he is busy with another matter and his back is to me. I tell Lisa, what is going on. I ask her to tell Dave to keep this gnat away from me, because if he comes near me again I will get violent. Dave ejects the gnat from the bar, then comes over to make sure that I'm alright. The rest of the night is spent having fun as usual. I hung around for a bit after closing talking with the owner and crew. Apparently, this is not the first time they have problems with the gnat, it was however the last straw. He is now banned permanently from the bar. I feel that I have done my part to make my favorite bar safer for single women.



Has an IQ of 2,
But it takes 3 to grunt

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 12:51 PM

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