“I’ll just have one more,” he promised. “I swear this is the last one.”
I laughed, knowing very well that this was definitely not the case. I pulled the Yuengling handle down and tipped the pint glass underneath.
“So, how many more beers is she worth?” I asked as I placed the beer in front of him.
He had been sitting at the bar for a while, chatting with me about this particular woman whom he had been sort-of seeing for the past month or so. I didn’t mind as I was debriefing about my guy frustrations as well. Continue reading Just go the f*ck home.