So, I was in the mood to do something I had never done. Go out as a completely single gal and get my groove on with a girlfriend. We have never been out in the town we are going out in, so the first bar we go to, we stay at for about five minutes. Just not our taste. A little too Argyle.
The next place, we can tell is exactly to our liking. Great music. Great drinks. I love it when my cranberry and vodka is a very light pink. I strut out on the dance floor my lovely pink drink in hand. Five seconds later, my lovely pink drink is all over me. There is a cute girl and a very good looking guy dancing behind me. She's pointing at him, he's pointing at her. I'm mad as hell. I march up to the bar, and the bartender is kind enough to give me another on the house. I march back over to the guy, and inform him "for future reference, when you knock a girl's brand new drink all over her brand new shirt, you offer to replace it." He says I'm sorry. I march off to the other side of the dance floor.
I'm out there doing my thing, dancing up a storm. A little while later, I notice Mr. I knocked your drink on you and didn't replace it standing at the bar watching me. I point at him, glare and just shake my head. He walks up and tells me I was absolutely correct, he needs to buy me another drink. So he does. And we dance. For an hour. Terrible dancer, but I make up for that. We just click. The cute girl comes up and tells me that he didn't shut up about me. So, I give him my number.
He's already texted me by the time I make it out to the car.
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