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I walked from Copper Creek and stood in front of my building (also, stood in front of the bar on the first floor of my building) and people watched while I finished my cigarette. Three men—all clearly old enough to be my father—stood off to my left. Two of them walked inside the bar after being asked by someone working the door to say off the sidewalk with open bottles. I don't know how the one who approached me managed to say outside with his bottle of Sam Adams, but there he was, arms stretched to either side, ready to envelope me. I put the hand that was holding my purse gently to his chest, halting whatever campaign he had decided upon. He looked very put out by this.
With my hand steady at his chest and his arms still out, I gave him a friendly “Hi.”
He stared at me for a moment. He was obviously very drunk already, especially considering it was only 10 PM. “Do you have a light?”
I noticed he was holding an unlit cigarette, so I pulled out my Zippo.
Looking at my Black in my other hand he asked, “What are you smoking?”
“Cloves.”
He took my cigarette from me and took a drag. When he handed it back, I asked if he still needed a light.
This is when he asked, and I am not making this up, “Can I touch you?”
I smiled. “No.”
I lit his cigarette for him, and his friends, still with the open bottles, came out onto the sidewalk looking for him. They were also very drunk and had somehow gotten the impression their friend was making a very successful conquest. I backed away in small steps as the man who had propositioned me insisted to his friends that they needed to go to “Chelsea's, I'm telling ya. Chelsea's.” (Chelsea's is one of Athens' local girlie bars. I think they offer “private lingerie modeling” or somesuch nonsense.) One of the friends made an off hand motion to me encouraging his friend, as if I was an acceptable strip club substitute, but I was on my way upstairs, and left those creeps in the dust.
However, it was less scary than amusing, and nothing could have dampened my mood. Free beer + time with Neil = loving life right now.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
