"Relax Blondie," he leans over and whispers over the music. "I won't bite...Well, not too hard..."
He says this just as I'm drinking another shot and I just about spit it out all everywhere. "Excuse me?" Thank goodness it's kinda dark in here. I'm sure my face is 10 sheets of red. Then I realize that I've spit my drink out all over him. I grab some napkins. "Sorry, just a little out of sorts tonight." And I promptly start wiping and dabbing the liquid off of him. It's only after I'm wiping his pant leg and he moves towards me that I even realize what I'm doing. I stop mid-thigh. What the hell is wrong with me! "I'm sorry...uh...here maybe you'd like to get the rest of this yourself." And I go to offer him the napkins...but I find that I can't move my hand.
I'm beside myself and I'm not even sure what ramblings are coming out of my mouth..."Um...yeah...my name is Andrew...and you are?"









