A few years ago I had gone out to have some drinks with my friend Maria. I had been to this particular bar several times in the past, and when we got there I recognized the bartender- a guy who had waited on me previously when I was there on a date, and overtly hit on me while I was on the date. Fortunately, the date was actually terrible and the flirtation with the bartender was considerably more interesting than the conversation with the dud I was out with.
But this night out with Maria, I wasn't looking for anything to happen and was kind of surprised when the bartender recognized me, as I figured he was just a Neanderthal who probably hit on every woman who walked in to the place. When he hit on me before, he had made it very clear that bartending was not going to be his permanent gig, and bragged sort of ridiculously about all these major businesses he was starting. Uh-huh. Right.
I had been at work that day so I was wearing a black pencil skirt and a camisole. I had worn a cardigan over it earlier, but took it off when I left the office.