I used to go to a bar (well, one of them) and thought the one waitress was kind of cute. Mind you, I did get to know a few of the others and some bartenders but that is another story. Anyway, time went on and this one no longer worked there (can’t really remember what happened, did they close for a time? No idea but I was going to other bars in the area) and ran into her somewhere. Somehow ended up helping her move along with a few more people. She moved in with two others in an apartment (she got evicted from her place because of her room mate) and it really should not have had three people in it, kind of crowded. Instead of breaking out some drinks there, I suggested going to my place, so a bunch of us went there.
Sunday night, most cleared out at a reasonable time but a few hung on until there was her, another guy and myself. I said I needed to go to sleep because I had to get up the next day for work. After a while I hear someone enter my room, next thing I knew she slipped into bed with me. Well, I am a light sleeper, a pretty little lass slips into bed with me, heck, I AM UP.
Anyway, we got to know each other better. Seems she went to crash on one couch and the guy would sit beside her and talk. She went to another room and he went and sat beside her and talked. Then she thought (hey, she had enough to drink by this time) that I was passed out, that she will slip in beside me and will be out before I woke in the morning. At least that is what she told me.
So after I went to work the next day I came home and on the night table there was a note, come see her at the bar after her shift. So I caught a few drinks with her, we ended up back at my place, went on the same way for a couple of days, OK weeks.
While visiting my parents they mentioned I had a girl there (this was a couple months after I asked one that was staying with me to leave), who was she. (They were not happy about the other one, “Could you not find a nice one of our nationality?”). Here I am happily telling them, yes she is of the same stock as us (like it should really mater). Anyway, I told them her name, Lynn. “What is her last name?”
Shit, I got to know this waitress in a bar, you don’t ask them their last name like you will be bringing them home to meet mother. How the hell would I know her last name?
Needless to say they were not impressed. They never did mention it afterward, I am sure they discussed ‘your’ boy with some tart working in a bar staying with him. Mind you, she was gone in three or four months. But that is another story.