Hmmm...seems my little comment about not wanting to be seen with 2 or more men has some people curious! Let me explain...
20 years ago, as a single young thing enjoying a night out with my male coworkers, an incident occurred which today I still have trouble explaining.
We were at a small neighborhood bar; I was teaching one of the guys how to play darts; there were 3 men and myself. We were laughing and having a good time; I had been briefly involved with one of the men, and was flirting with the idea of maybe enjoying some more one-on-one time with him. Suddenly, we noticed police were walking around, talking to various patrons; uneasiness set in, and of course, we speculated on why they were there.
It turned out a man had been nearly beaten to death, and since none of us had witnessed it, we merely gave the nice officers our names, addresses, and phone numbers as requested, and continued to sit and finish our drinks until they left (The dart game was forgotten, as the mood in the bar had changed to subdued!). One of the guys said we'd better not leave right away, as the police had seen we were drinking and would probably tail us and we'd get slapped with a DUI. My 'date' brought up the fact the bar paid for taxis...he went to investigate, and came back with the news the owner/bartender would only pay if the taxi went to a motel.
Keep in mind, I'm in my hometown; my parents had no idea I'd even been going to this particular bar, and too many people knew my mom. I was not about to have it reported, via the grapevine, that I was seen getting out of a taxi at 1 am with three men at the Holiday Inn! I put my foot down; the men let me have my way, and they pooled their cash for a taxi to take us to Denny's.
Hindsight, I guess I could have said okay to the free trip, and then we could have WALKED to Denny's...but again, when you're young and have just had your first brush with having to give your name to an officer of the law, the brain doesn't always think of other options!
Oh, and the fight? I don't know if they ever caught the attackers...and apparently, the fight occurred right outside our table...but the blinds were drawn, the music was loud, and I was busy playing my favorite bar game and enjoying the company of 3 rather good-looking men! So of course I wasn't looking out the window...my gaze was planted on the man who ended up paying for my breakfast!
In other happy news...
A HAPPY (belated!)18TH ANNIVERSARY to my best friend, Erica and her husband Deland:) And since they've technically been together since 1986, it's actually been 21...how time flies!