I didn’t mean to start anything. It wasn’t my intention! At least the bartender knows I wasn’t instigating. I almost started a fight at the bar, and all I did to provoke it, was leave!
All done for the night, buzz come and gone, I said my goodbye’s to my tablemates and made for the door. On my way, I passed a male couple leaning on each other in that intimate way. I had seen them earlier before. The taller one is talky and animated. His boyfriend is as stocky as he is short, and generally quiet. They generally keep to themselves in the back of the floor.
This night, their preferred seats are already taken. So they hold their refuge by the back door. Lots of traffic there, but mostly the people walking by have done their socializing, so few interruptions. This night, I am parked by the back door, so that is my chosen route for departure.
The talky one suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm, “Hey wait!” I’m in view of my friends, so I don’t worry. “I don’t want to yell this, lean over, please.” Ah, my curiosity. I lean over, and in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, he says, “Just wanted to tell you, you’re cute and pretty.” I stand up and look at him. “I’m sure you’ve heard it before, from your friends, but I wanted to tell you myself. Good night.”