Since we were both home for Labor Day weekend, my friend invited me out to one of the hometown bars for some girl time/our karaoke debut. The place wasn’t too packed, which was nice, but busy enough to people watch and get a real cheer after a mediocre vocal performance. With about 25 minutes before my self-given curfew to spare, a group of guys took their seats at the table behind us and talk with us.
One in particular was trying a bit more to get to know me than most strangers do.
He was pleasant to talk to and was very curious about why I was there, where I went to school, what I studied, and what my interests were. He asked about my opera ambitions, and I think he’s the first non-musician that asked and took genuine interest when I explained what voice type I was and what I wanted to do after I graduate (which can be a tedious, boring story to those that aren’t knowledgeable in the field.)
Of course, he told me his story as well (which I won’t reveal for his privacy.) He then offered to buy me a drink, and kindly brought me a pop when I explained I would be driving home soon. He told me I had a pretty smile. He hinted at getting my number.
Here’s the catch–I have a wonderful boyfriend who I am madly in love with. Of course I wasn’t there to cheat or cause a scandal. I enjoy talking to new people, and of course I’m not going to turn down a beverage. I stayed modest and kind, but didn’t attempt to give him the wrong idea.
I could have told him that I was taken, but I left that detail out and simply explained that I would be going back to school after the weekend was over, so my number wouldn’t be incredibly appealing. I figured that approach wouldn’t lower confidence and would keep me from looking like a total jerk (I was convinced I didn’t flirt, but with the whole number question, I didn’t want to look I led him on just to drop him off a cliff). He was also from out of town, so my explanation was well accepted.
He then said something I don’t hear every day. He told me I wasn’t like other girls, that I wasn’t one-night-stand material.
“You’re the girl that guys want to get to know and date.”
I was extremely flattered by this, and my self-esteem shot through the ceiling. Mild, innocent me blushed and told him he was very sweet as I gathered my things to leave…late for my self-given curfew.
Thank you, stranger at the bar, for being so sweet. You made me feel pretty and special, and you made me blush like a school girl. I have no idea what your original intentions were, but I had a great time talking with you.
But Lovelies, I do have questions.
Did I handle this situation properly, especially considering that I have a boyfriend? Do you think I was leading him on? Is it wrong for someone who is in a relationship to accept drinks from those who are possibly “on the prowl?”
Could this be viewed as cheating? Please let me know what you think!