California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 – Lisa – Save That Line

I met a girl at one of our shows and for our second date, we agreed to meet at my local watering hole. There was a huge line out the door and as we stood there, it became pretty apparent that she was totally wasted. She started groping me in full view of everyone else and while that might be exciting for some, I wasn’t into it. I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to leave her there alone for some other sap, so I resolved to stick it out for a bit and make sure she got home, then never speak to her again. When we got into the bar, we ordered some food and sat at the bar watching a group of completely inebriated guys make pathetic attempts to hit on the female bartender. They even came over and interrupted my date, asking if they could have some fries. I gave them some just so they would leave us alone. Mind you, the entire time, these guys were under the watchful eye of the bouncer, who appeared to be a few minutes away from throwing them out.

Unfortunately, my date decided at some point that she’d had enough. She stood up and yelled over to them, ’SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!’. Needless to say, one of the guys decided to get in her face. Alarm bells go off: I didn’t want to get in trouble for any of this. I moved quickly and asked the bar owner (who knew me) to transfer our tab and drinks over to a table at the other side of the bar.

I thought my date would be grateful that I resolved the situation non-violently, but instead, she proceeded to chastise me for not standing up for the bartender, claiming that’s why she decided to get in this guys face. Aggravated, I responded, ’And you would have done what? Fought him outside in the street?! It’s not worth going to jail over!’

I realized at a certain point I was just ranting and she wasn’t responding. After a moment of silence, she creepily asked me, ’Who do I remind you of in your past? Because this anger isn’t about me.’  At that point, I realized that she wasn’t dealing with a full deck, and so I paid the bill and proceeded to leave the bar and walk home. Needless to say, I never spoke to her again.

 

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