Originally Posted by
Sasquatch
Last time I got drunk was about twelve hours ago. There's a bar "usual" that I took home because she wanted to "talk about her situation" (she's going through a divorce) -- I just offered to give her a ride home, but she started crying about how she needed a friend, so I gave in to her wishes and took her back to my place to talk. She went from wanting to talk to wanting a hug, then wanting to be held, then trying to reach her hand down my pants. After I'd put a stop to that, she'd apologize, cry some more, and then go through the entire process again. I finally had to be an asshole and tell her that it wasn't a question, I was taking her home. So I gathered her things, got ready, tried to avert more crying and groping on the way out, and we went outside to leave. Instead of following me to my truck, she just takes off down the road, like she'll just walk home. (Keep in mind, this is four in the morning in Wisconsin, in mid-February. So it was about zero degrees outside, and she lives probably three miles away.
Oh, yeah. This woman is 47.
I told her to call her daughter to come pick her up, and I went back inside. Come to find out, she went a quarter mile down the road to my buddy's apartment building and rang every bell until she found their apartment. Still drunk, freezing, and (of course) crying, she ended up getting my friend to give her a ride the other half-mile or so to the bar, where her daughter still was.
So I had an interesting night. Bitches be crazy.
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