It began with a simple hello and went down hill from there.
“Ah. Hi,” I stammered, as my mind frantically went into overdrive trying to figure out where I’d seen this pretty blonde woman before. “Can I buy you a drink? It’s the least I can do,” she offered.
Something definitely was amiss because attractive young women didn’t generally offer to buy me drinks. I peered closer at her face. Recognition hit me like a sledge hammer. “Ah, I’m fine. I’m, ah, drinking water tonight–designated driver, you know? Thanks for the offer.” (more…)