To drink or not to drink

To drink or not to drink, that seems to be the question. It's scary the way I can hold my liquor these days. Totally unexpected my friend M. came by yesterday and we went out and had a ball. She's still sleeping and I'm already wide awake...sigh. But it was fun, met a really funny and nice guy, flirted a lot....am practicing (and it's working) and laughed a lot. Even danced in the bar and no...not on the bar. And to my surprise a 23 year old guy was giving me the eye (hello P.), that was kind of strange, but hee I'm not complaining. The only part I didn't get, was saying goodbye to the older (funny, nice, me really like you) man... I had a good time, I flirted a lot, he flirted a lot and then...eh....what happened. Well my most trusted self, my tough, 'are you talking to me' self rushed around the corner and messed things up. Just because I seem to be a scardy pants at heart. Well dear older guy, I guess you should have gone dancing with us when we asked you. My ego can't stand rejection all too well because then the 'you know who' self steps in and takes over. But I know where your bar lives, guess I'll be stopping by more often. Yes, yes...to drink or not to drink...that's the question. Well it's almost summer, so let's play.