1/4 The parking lot of Tom Bergin’s — w4m — 27
You were the middle-aged guy with the German luxury vehicles who got up and walked around the bar after I told you I wouldn’t have sex with you. I was the cute, Irish coffee drinking grad student who challenged you to a lousy round of thumb wrestling. When we were leaving, you managed very cunningly to plant approximately five chaste kisses on my lips before I finally went to my car and drove home.
What, no phone number at least?