Notes from last night:
"I was stationed at Guantanamo Bay" is really not an effective way of impressing me. Surprisingly it will probably make me not like you and make me think you're a fascist Piece of Shit.
Just throwing that out there.
I also got hit on by a college freshman/high school kid who was using PUA techniques. I told him to go fuck himself. I just wanted to buy my drunk crepe damn it. He seemed really startled. Like. What did you expect kid? Your hitting on someone at least ten years older than you who is highly intoxicated.
Somehow managed to keep my bar bill under $20. Not sure how I pulled that one off.
That is all.