So, the story about my blind date is simple. I was having a nice time- made it through dinner with easy flowing conversation, drinking a fabulous bottle of Witness Tree “Benchmark” Pinot Noir (Williamette Valley, OR)
We finished dinner and strolled around downtown before stopping into one of my favorite bars for a drink. One of my guy pals was tending the bar and for some unbeknownst reason, my “date” abruptly got up in his face from across the bar and cussed him out. As he was being escorted out of the bar, he looked back at me as if to motion me out of the bar too.
I guess I should have followed him but I had a full cocktail in my right hand and a freshly lit Macanudo Portofino in my left hand.
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I take it there won't be a 2nd date...
Nooo girl... no second date.
There were some typical warning signs I avoided early on... I would post them but I think we all know them :)
I did ask my bartender friend later what the hell happened and he said the guy snapped his fingers at him and asked him what the hell was taking so long.
Next!
HAHAHAH
That's fantastic. What a loser.
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