Yeah, so I definitely got hit on at the bar today.
I think he was flirting with me and I was probably accidentally flirting back.
He was tall and blonde and had nice teeth. I think he was one of those people who's the life of the party but nobody knows it. He was in a drinking competition with his cousins and won. He carried around a stack of cups and only ordered Busch Light. He was constantly on the dance floor but he was one of those really inclusive extroverts. He was dancing with an older lady for a bit and his sister for a long time.
Anytime he came to the bar he would come to me, which is odd because I just work the register and I don't even have to put draft beer in the register because it's pre payed for in a keg. He would come to the bar and I'd immediately track down one of the bartenders to pour him a Busch and we'd talk until they were done pouring. He would say 'thank you. I appreciate you,' and then leave.
One time, he asked for my name and I told him. He told me his, but I don't remember it because I was shooed away to replace paper toweling in the girls bathroom. Later I told him I forgot his name and he pretended to be upset. When I asked him again, he said 'just add me on Snapchat and you'll find out.' I just said no and that I was salty that I didn't remember.
Later, I was sitting on the counter when the party had died down and his sister walked over to me. I was drawing on a napkin at the time, and she complimented my drawing. Then, she asked if I was 18. I said no and she asked how long it would be until I turned 18, and I said 4 years. She was extremely surprised and when I asked how old she thought I was, she said 16ish.
She said the reason she asked was because she was gonna ask me if I met her brother.
Yep.
I said that I actually had and went on to describe him in detail to her. She went on to say that they won the competition-I was very happy about that. After that, he didn't talk to me again-maybe because I'm 14, maybe because he was stupid drunk and his excuse to talk to me was getting a beer. Who knows.
That's not the craziest thing that's happened to me in this bar.
