We met at a bar after we had both had a few too many. After she drunkenly smiled at me, I waited way too long to say anything. Once I did, she was on her way out the door. After meeting up with her at a different bar, she forgot my name. Drunk and tired, I weaseled my way into her apartment. When I tried to weasel my way into her bed, I was on the street before I knew it. I pulled a Costanza though, and left my watch at her place.
Aftermath: We had another date when we weren’t blitzed (to get my watch), and we realized we have more in common than a love of alcohol. Now we’re to be married in June 2010.
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