crazy night at the bar
so, i was drunk when this was written. i am 41 and this aint my first rodeo. ive been married, multiple girlfriends throughout my life. went to an amazing 4th of july fireworks celebration, i live in a small town, after the fireworks i decided to to go to the bar. i met this seemingly really nice and really cute girl she was 30 , she was with a bunch of friends, they were talking, and i sat down near them, and i occasionally added in, we all conversated great, they were a couple, she was not, they left she stayed, she said she was going to a nearby bar, i said didnt have much else to do, so i joined her, we went to the bar. we had some drinks, and there was this 21 year old who encounterd her before who she sluffed off as a joke, most of the time i just pushed him off when he got aggressive. the night progressed, it seemed like we had allot in common, we played music we both liked on the jukebox and she seemed to be my type. like what felt was a deeper level, 2 or 3 other guys were hitting on her, she just pushed them off including the wierd 21 year old and all was well. she seemed like really digged me, apparently some guy she dated before was there, and bought her few drinks right at last call, it was day and night with her after that, i asked to get her number, and she was hesitant, then allowed me to give her my number and then was hinting me to go away. after that, i left the bar, the 21 year old from earlyer was outside talking shit saying she was a whore and im a dumbass and bitch for perusing her, i sluffed it off, and just continued walking, unbothered. he continued, i got irritated, and walked back and laid him out. he fell to the ground, we fought a bunch, it was all kinda a blur, all i know is i got scrapes all over me and im limping around, the cops were right on us, they didnt see me, but somehow i got away, i went down alleys and streets and somehow avoided them, i know it was my choice to fight that guy, but why are women like this, i really liked her, and i feel awful, its like just getting your hopes up to have them smashed into pieces. i know i'll get over this, but i feel like its going to make me not want to try at all anymore. let alone go outside.