I Really Will Take The Check Please

Well it's the holidays...time for cheer and family and spirits. Yes, let's take some time on spirits. Unfortunately alcohol is the central reason for why a lot of these dates go south that I've been on. Believe me, I like my booze and would sooner cut off my arm than go without wine for any extended period of time...but as we learned in "Are You There Vodka, It's Me, Tricia's Date" some people have more of a dependency than others.

This young man was actually not an online venture but someone I met while out with friends one night. Sure, it was a bar and sure, he was probably a little intoxicated but to be honest so was I. It was a Saturday night in America...no judgement please.

We exchange numbers and set up a date for the following week. I was super excited that we had chosen one of my favorite Mexican places to meet up for a bite and a libation. This excitement quicklly dissipated when I realized he was less enthralled by the great food or even me as he was apparently just super excited about the libations...the many that he consumed. We each ordered a margarita which mind you are sizeable. He finished that quickly and ordered another...then another. At this point he's gassed enough tequila to start slurring his speech some.

After we ate (read: I ate, he drank more) he asked if I wanted to go down the street to TGI Friday's to catch the rest of the football game that was on that night. I had my own car and figured I could always bolt if things got ugly so I agreed to go.

As soon as we sat down he asked if I wanted a shot. Hmmmm...it's a first date, it's a Thursday night which means work for me the next day (him too but he was not to be discouraged) so I politely declined and ordered a beer, thinking he would follow suit.

Nope.

One shot of Jaeger and a beer for him. Am I the only one here that thinks shots are a group activity? Not to be done in the company of one's self? I mean usually shots include a toast, some type of cheers...some celebration of an occassion. Apparently being on a first date and half in the bag is cause enough to shoot something solo...and then another, and another (yes, he followed the Margarita Pattern from the earlier place).

The bartender's giving me sympathetic looks at this point as the man is getting loud and my cheeks are flushed from embarassment. I mention casually that maybe he should take it easy as he has to drive (I was NOT going to be carting his drunk ass home I can tell you that).

Well that went over like a fart in church. Suddenly I was being yelled at for judging him...and who was I to tell him what to do. At this point the bartender shut him off, I grabbed my things and headlined out of there. The only time I heard from him after that was a text on Thanksgiving wishing me a happy holiday...he was probably drunk.