Happy Birthday Maureen! And another encounter with the socially inept

Which isn't to imply that I am socially apt at all, I realize this, but... well, just read.

So, it was Maureen's bday last week and a few of us got together for some tropical drinks, looking at pictures, and a little bit of dancing at her apartment. Then we trekked over to Adams Morgan and decided to check out a new restaurant/bar called Grand Central. That place is actually really cool, I liked the interior. It's decorated to look like duh, Grand Central Station with arches and bricks and things, has a bunch of levels, and was just a cool place. (Crabby barmaid again, though, which makes me think that maybe the problem with the service I receive lies with me.)

So we're dancing around, and I've worn a thick belt that won't fit in the loops, so it's just sitting outside of them. I thought I was looking cute anyway. Until this guy comes up to me and says, with no introduction, "You missed a belt loop." I turned around and said, "Yeah, I missed them all, on purpose. Thanks for the critique, though. Would you like me to point out what's wrong with your outfit, too?" I mean, geez. Was that a pick up line?

I turned back around because I felt stupid and like my outfit was ridiculous, tugging on my stupid belt and stupid jeans the whole time, and continued dancing with my friends. Mr. Fashion Plate comes back and is like, "I didn't mean you looked bad, so tell me, what's your name?"

Yep, that was a pick up line.

I was still sort of self-conscious and mad about him pointing out my belt loops showing, but I started talking to him, whatever. He's like, "What are you drinking?" I said, "Rum and diet." "Oh, really?" he says, "Can I try some?"

Gross? But fine, take a sip.

He hands it back, "Wow, that was good." WHO HAS NEVER TRIED ONE BEFORE? Weirdo. I'm like, "Catch ya later, bud," and walked away. Set my drink down on the bar.

He followed. "Um, Ginger? Are you going to finish your drink, because I thought it was really refreshing and I'll finish it for you if you don't want it. I mean, I just saw you set it down and all." "Yes, I still want my drink, thanks for asking."

I turn away again, talk to my friends. He interrupts, "So, you've been talking, what do your friends think of me?" I said, "They think maybe you should be offering to buy me a drink instead of trying to drink mine." He's like, "Uh, well, I only brought $30 and I already spent it all, except for $1. Here, here, have the dollar."

And he tried to get me to take his raggedy one dollar bill.

(No, I did not take it!)