Post game randomness

Here's some of the stupid thoughts that go thru the head on a post-drinking saturday in the world of yours truly:

First off, I'm not even drunk. I was at the bar for 6 hours, but it's hard to get drunk when you have other people to concern yourself with.

I'm a self professed vagina blocker. Yes, I ruined my female friends chances with a bartender, just cuz I found it really funny. Man, he shot her down with gusto after a few comments from me. It was priceless. : )

I'd like your feedback, readers. Here's the situation. Was I right or wrong?

Tim and and nameless female friend go to bar, at 4:30PM. We drink...a fair amount. Tim is much better at handling booze than nameless female friend. Nameless female friend, in her own way, decides that she wants to find me a woman. Tim explains his massive shyness. Nameless female friend thinks I'm full of shit, and goes on a mission. Friend finds a potential woman. Potential woman is instantly named Busty Leroux by Tim. Tim was trying to be a pig. It didn't work. She thinks that's cute, for some reason. Tim is skeptical. Potential woman broke up with her boyfriend a month ago, had his kid, he's massively abusive, and insanely jealous, and "might" be coming by the foggy tonight. But...potential woman is pretty damn hot. But Tim knows that hot woman is only talking to Tim cuz his nameless female friend asked her to. Tim is polite, and talks to her for a while...and stares at her boobs. Hey, they were nice, give a nigga a break. Potential woman disappears with her friend to dance (she did ask me to dance, I'll give her that...but anyone who knows me should know how bad of an idea that is....I did offer to watch her dance, and she accepted that offer.) Anyways, here comes Tim's conundrum.

Dunno what a conundrum is, do you? Go look it up. Geesh people, you gotta keep up.

Nameless female friend is getting quite drunk. Tim isn't. Tim's a lil stressed out about nameless female drunken friend trying to hook him up with anything that has 3 holes and a pulse. Crude, yes. Demeaning, yes. Accurate, yes.

*side note*

Anyone who is thinking...."what the hell is his problem? His friend is trying to get him laid....why is he pissed?"....well, I wasn't pissed, nor am I now. I just hate the awkwardness that is caused by the situation. Tim = shy. Random convo with random woman who has been told all of my "best qualities" = Tim not knowing what the fuck to do or say. I know how lame it sounds, but it's true. Tim has confidence issues. Who woulda thunk it?

*side note bitterly over*

I'm leading up to the judgement part people. Be patient.

After a long time of nameless female friend alternating between playing pool with me, talking to other women in the pool room and pointing at me, and hugging me and telling me all about what I could "offer a woman", I start to get a lil weirded out. Suddenly I felt all this pressure, for some odd reason. I hate that feeling, quite possibly more than any other feeling. So I made a decision.

I left. I left nameless female friend there, on her own. And I bolted.

I didn't do it inannounced. In fact, I made sure that:

A) Nameless female friend knew I was leaving.

B) I gave nameless female friend a bunch of money, to make sure she could pay for drinks all night and be able to cover a cab ride home. And pay for whatever painkillers she'll need in the morning, cuz I know what kinda hungovers this girl suffers from. : )

C) I told a few of my new "friends" to look out for her, so she didn't do anything too stupid.

Normally, I would rarely leave a friend like that. Guy, girl, whatever. I'd make sure they made it outta there okay, made it home alive and well. Drunk, sober, whatever. Tonight was different though. It didn't have much to do with this particular friend...I would do anything for her, the way I would for all my friends. I just felt really pressured, and it sucked, and I couldn't deal with it. So I pussied out and left her there.

Here's the question for my friends. Am I a complete and total asshole? Should I have stayed and taken care of her? Or did I cover myself sufficiently by making sure she was covered, financally and otherwise?

I certainly feel like an asshole right now.

I left a message on her cell to call me as soon as she gets the message, no matter what time it is. When she calls, I'll feel better. Right now, I feel shitty. I'm debating taking a cab back there to make sure she's okay. But I know I'd never get back in (lineups suck at the foggy), and who knows if she's still there.

My other friend just brought up a good point. Would I feel this bad if I ditched Mikey, or Len, or Shawn at the bar? Hell, I ditched Shawn at the bar LAST NIGHT. No, I wouldn't feel as bad. But she's a girl, it's different. All those homos are quality drinkers, and can handle their shit. I'm pretty sure she can take care of herself, but I don't know 100nbsp; that scares me a lil, and I feel guilty.

After listening to her tell multiple women that I was all these nice things....I go and prove her wrong by leaving her there, alone. If you ever read this, nameless female friend, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, if you'll let me. And if you happened to get busty leroux's #, hook a brotha up, yo. : )