So, I found myself back home for summer after my sophomore year of school. It was fine. Fresh off of a break up. Id been a pretty good girl. Faithful and all that. A girlfriend invited me to this bar in Dallas…Across the Street Bar? 5 dollar cover, quarter pitchers. Sure…why not? So we hung out for the night…started out at a bar on Greenville called Fishbowl. A few Cuba Libres to prep for the bad beer and off we went.
It was cool. Beer was cheap. Lots of guys. Probably by 11 I was good and buzzed. On my 20th trip to the bathroom I met Collin. Collin smelled of Drakkar and Crown Royal…and that was pretty delicious to me. He chatted at me while we waited by the respective bathrooms. I told him it costs to chat for much longer, totally kidding. He offered me a drink, and I said sure…he, slickly, said it costs for a drink. I guess it made me pause, and when he saw my guard drop, he kissed me. And it was nice.