Bars are a great place to meet people. Alcohol will give you the courage to chat with a stranger, because you are hot s**t and can do no wrong. I know women can be scary to hit on in groups, so I went to a bar alone and looked sad, hoping that that was the way to reel in emotionally healthy potential suitors. Instead, the man next to me offered to buy me a shot of tequila.
As a 21-year-old white girl, it's physically impossible for me to say no to a shot of tequila,
often to my own detriment.
So, I took the shot, and then another, and then a Tecate, and then a shot, before I realized that the man who was buying all of this, whom I'd been conversing with for the better part of an hour, was a drug dealer. For someone that doesn't really do drugs, I've dated a fair amount of drug dealers in my very young day, so I don't know why I didn't catch on sooner when people were interrupting our conversation every five minutes and a very obvious deal was going down before me.
"Oh, s**t! You're a drug dealer," I said to drinks guy.
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