What was his name again?

I went to a birthday party at a bar last night for a girl that I don't know very well, but who has always been very nice to me.  I saw a few people that I used to work with, which was slightly awkward because my tenure from that company ended so abruptly (and none of them reached out to so much has tell me hey, sorry about that, that sucks), but I was quite friendly and upbeat, so I think I did a good job of keeping all awkwardness at bay.

Then one guy I used to work with showed up, who I didn't know very well, but seemed nice.  And he came with his brother, who was visiting from San Francisco (this seems to be a theme for me lately--the guys from San Fran).  Oooooh was he cute.  And he seemed smart and well-spoken.  At one point I noticed that I had my game on without even realizing I had turned it on--I was smiling at him (in fact, I don't believe I could remove the smile from my face), making jokes with the group as we talked, etc.  We all sat down at a table for 6 and as luck would have it, he got the seat next to me.  We started having a one-on-one conversation and I could just feel the energy off him.  Every once in a while I would look across the table and could see his brother looking at us.  It felt like my attraction to San Fran was written on my face, the way he was watching us.  Could he tell?  Did he approve?  Was this okay?

The problem started when someone ordered fish bowl drinks to share.  I was certainly excited to share a fishbowl with my new acquaintance, but those fishbowls contained danger.  I don't drink much usually, so it doesn't take much for me to feel the effects.  And this fishbowl was particularly evil.  So before I knew it, my graceful and elegant self had gone out the window and I turned into a klutzy slob.  I'm not proud of it.  And this is not cute or attractive (just one of the reasons why I don't drink much typically).  After that, San Francisco man didn't say much to me anymore, despite my fantasies of meeting him in the bar bathroom for a smooch.  I can't say I blame him.

Thus, the moral of the story, kiddos, is that while some relationships out there start with the help of alcohol, sometimes alcohol can also become a mood killer.  And I really should be more careful about it.  Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going on the hunt for some Advil and a big glass of water.

Trying to stay positive,

Skeptic