We were in a disco bar, it was our first date, and I was on my third martini.
The date had been going so well, he spoke so freely and in turn I got comfortable.
And in hind sight, I would blame it on the liquid courage that was flowing in my veins, but then, my mouth would not stop spewing embarrassing s**t. I even told him how, as a kid, I used to fantasize about getting tied up by cowboys outside a saloon bar.
"Really? As a kid? What kind of mind did you have?" He said, chuckling into his glass of martini.
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you did not have wild thoughts as a child" I retorted in self defense.
"I was a kid. I loved soccer and playing video games. You're the one dreaming of getting rimmed by muscular men" he said, but amazingly did not sound derogatory. He was simply having
