After a long week at work - there's one way that i like to spend a saturday night. In the pub. Don't get me wrong I dont have a problem, i just find it helps me go back into work on a monday morning!
So armed with some of said liquid i popped over to my friend “j”s having watched all of the x factor peeps sing their hearts out, we headed into our local town, where we went to the pub. after a few pubs with minor glances from the opposing sex, we entered into our final public house. this particular pub is the home of one HB. a barman who is hot. now i gave him this nickname about three years ago, when i spied him, obviously on a night off, didn’t speak - to shy for that - just admired from afar. then months later he popped up serving behind this bar.... so hey presto the nickname was born. i do have a massive crush on him, but its not the sort of crush that most women experience - due to the fact i don’t think of him in a sexual manner (i know i know!) - but i really dont he seems very nice and he is pleasing to my eye, but i wouldn’t want to go on a date with him or anything like that, i suppose this might make me sound strange, but i just like to look at him. end of. like a poster i suppose! so we entered said pub and ordered our drinks etc. j nipped to the loo and a very drunk man appeared. now i dont have a problem with drunk men, they are often harmless enough, to me anyways. maybe if i started threatening someone with a broken bottle it would be a very different story. so this drunk man appears and is right in my face - like an inch away from it. Saying “i know you” now i didnt know the guy from the next drunk man sitting along the bar - so i said i didn’t know him, we chatted and he explained where he had seen me and yes i had a vague recollection of seeing him once out. im not the memory woman after all - the conversation is going well and when i move back slightly i can see the drunk man looks a bit cute. not bad looking but not oh my goodness good looking. (i should mention that hb is the rule that i measure men on. he is hot so people are either hotter than him or not) this guy was not hotter than hb. :-( and so whilst for some inexplicable reason that even now while sober i cant tell you why - he knocked my drink over. made my cash that i had out ready to buy a new one wet and basically made a tit of himself. he insisted that he brought me a new one. but i was already ordering one as there was a tiny bit left, i said no your quite alright ive got this one, we went on like this for a few minutes and then in the end as his nose was basically touching mine i asked him to leave, he was still insisting on buying me a drink but i didnt want one and was bored with going round in circles, i asked him to leave again. He did not take this well and kept asking me, still whilst having his face in my face. in the end i used a words that even a monkey could understand and he shuffled away.
Now to be fair to the poor guy he was trying to make amends for knocking my drink over, ill give him that - but what i dont understand is why the guy couldn’t of just said ok cool and we would of carried on chatting happily. it was only the fact he got over excited about buying me a drink that i asked him to leave! if he had just been cool this could be a very different entry!
and so they called time and we went home. i went home with a wetter dress where a drunk man had knocked his drink on it and a sense of “what a knobhead”.
