A few years back, I started casually dating this guy who was in the Navy and moonlighted as a stripper. (Translation: he was hot looking, but slutty.) One evening, I was to meet him after work for a drink. I was pretty excited, things seemed to be heating up between us, so I changed into a nice outfit and dolled myself up a bit before I drove out to the bar where I was meeting him.
When I arrived, I waited around for a few minutes, then lo and behold, he comes lurching out of the men's room, obviously drunk off his ass, all tangled up with some chick in a skanky looking miniskirt and too much smeared on makeup-also drunk off her ass. As they entered the room, his buddies all high-fived him, and I heard him say that he almost broke the counter in the men's room; apparently he'd just finished screwing her in there!
Then he saw me, and asked me what I was doing there. I coldly reminded him that we had a date. He then asked me to hold on while he got the other woman into a cab....unless I'd like her to hang around? He then reminded me that he lived really close by, so we could take the party back to his place. Eeeeewwwwww! I couldn't think of a thing to say, so I just told him what he could do to himself, and I left.
