The Slobby Lobby Crasher

I had just moved to Chicago from a small town on the East Coast and had no clue how to navigate the CTA, especially the Clark & Lake transfer from the Green Line to the Brown Line. I promptly asked a young man sitting next to me if he could tell me which way to go, and with his response he asked for my name and cell phone number. I thought he looked like a decent guy, and I was desperately in need of meeting new friends in my new home, so I gave him my number. I found out his name was John, and he lived in Lincoln Park.

Two days later John called and asked me if I wanted to meet for drinks after work sometime. Because I was still new to the city and unsure of myself, he suggested we meet at a pub in my neighborhood. I thought this sounded like a great idea, so I met him at my favorite bar just a few blocks away from my new apartment.

John kept buying the two of us gin & tonics, probably trying to get me to loosen up a little bit, as he could tell I was nervous. However, being a smart woman, I try to avoid drinking with people I barely know, so I only sipped one of the drinks. John, on the other hand, kept on drinking one after another, and within two hours was so smashed he could hardly stand up. I felt bad for the guy, especially since his speech was so slurred he couldn't call for a cab to take him home. So, being the nice girl I am, I took him home with me and let him sleep in the lobby of my apartment until I kicked him out the next morning. John never called me again, but I didn't care. I'd rather date someone who wanted to take the time to get to know me, not the alcohol at my favorite bar.

~ Alice