The Bar Scene

The day began with a bit of trepidation on her part. She really did not want to go out with him and was trying to figure a diplomatic way to cut the ties that really had not been formed in the few weeks they've known each other. But he insisted and she gave in. After all, he is mostly a nice guy. Not really her type physically (big belly, man boobs, etc..), not really her cup of tea intellectually (always talking about his rich friends, his assets, blah, blah blah), but he was kind of funny. Nothing good can come from having low expectations and/or standards.

She drives to his place, hoping to be able to just have a good time and enjoy the day. He greets her amicably at the door, cracking a few jokes and preparing to take her out. “Baby, I am going to show you something you've never seen before. Let's go!” This was intriguing, so she hopped in the car and they drove off into the hills. “Isn't it beautiful up here?” he asked her. “Yes, indeed it is”, thinking to herself that they were just riding up the local neighborhood, big houses, grand cars… but nothing extraordinary. Whatever. They pull into the Resort and stroll to the bar. “Well, what do you think? Pretty amazing huh”. Her mind is stunned. Does he actually think this is the first time she has been to a Resort? That she should be impressed? At this moment, she knows this guy is nothing but hot air and pomposity beyond the pale. Could he be serious? He was indeed. She sat down and ordered a glass of champagne trying to relax into the moment and release her judgment.

Luckily, there were a few other people at the bar who engaged in conversation that made the whole affair entertaining and fun. The bartender talked about his regulars and introduced them when they arrived. All very old, very rich, and very White. But also, very friendly. The three guys to the left made jokes about getting kicked out of a place like this, just yesterday. And the entertainment went on. By the time they left, they were all smiles.

He, still very much wanting to impress her with his diverse tastes, told her that now that she has experienced the best place (right), he will show her his dive bar. “Okay”, she said glancing at her watch, quickly calculating her time of departure as boredom was ensuing fast. They now pull into the parking lot of a strip mall. She admires the ocean view as she exits the car and they stroll on into the dive where is greeted personally by the very interesting female bartender. Hmmm. They sit at the end of the bar and order a drink. The bartender comes over frequently, not to check on their satisfaction, but to tell them bad jokes. Interesting indeed. But she had no idea how interesting this would become.

A few short minutes later, another couple enters the bar and is also greeted personally by the bartender. They chat and talk about impending wedding plans as the bartender flashes her ring. Joy abounds until this couple begins a show that no one could expect. Obviously drunk on arrival, they unfortunately latched on to first couple at the end of the bar. She was wide eyed with disbelief at the scene.


It began innocently enough. A few questions about how long they have been dating and what their plans were for the holidays. After the boisterous pair had a drink, the floodgates were opened. The woman exposed her breasts several times to him, while her husband watched. She then grabbed his penis through his pants. He just laughed and did nothing to stop the assault, maybe because the attention was enjoyable on some level. The woman did not stop. She continued showing her boobs and shaking them in his face. She lifted his shirt and sucked his nipples, amazed that his boobs were so big! He let her feel him up, stick her tongue in his ear while enjoying his drink. She sat, amazed. Not only that this guy was allowing this woman to do these things, but also that the woman's husband seemed to have no problem with it. It went on for an hour. Going from him to her. With her, the drunk woman encouraged some boob exposure, but she declined the offer. You have nice ones, the drunk woman said..you should show them off...

Suddenly, the woman's husband says, “You know, we are being left out of this fun”, and kissed her. Shocked, she stepped back and politely went to the restroom to figure a way out of this crazy situation. Coming out of the bathroom, she sees the woman sucking his nipples again. She says she is hungry and is ready. He said “Hell No! I am about to kick this motherfuckers ass because my friend over here just told me that he kissed you!” The question mark on her face was frozen there. “What?” From there he proceeded to assault the husband of the woman who has had intimate contact with every part of his body. He chased the husband around the bar, cursing and threatening him. She tried to stop him, but he cursed her too, telling her that she was a slut and an embarrassment to him. How could she do that? He asked her in between the string of verbal assaults on her and the husband.

Finally, they leave. She gets in the car with him, as she has no choice if she wants to get back to her own car to get home. Her home seemed so far away at that moment. In the car, he was indignant. Reiterating that she was such a stupid bitch. Hadn't he spoiled her all day? Taken care of her and treated her well? “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. She did not answer. She had experienced this kind of behavior before and knew it was best to keep quiet. Pulling into his driveway, she clicked the seat belt free and had her fingers on the door handle waiting to get out into the fresh air and back to reality. The tirade did not stop as she walked quickly to her car and jumped in. Before closing the door, she heard something about being a stupid slut, but by then her engine was running and her foot was on the accelerator.

The freeway never seemed so freeing as it did that night. So happy to be out of the grasp of that nightmare, she rolled down the windows and turned up the music in order to drown out the sound of her ringing cell phone. It was him. Once home, she sat and reviewed the events of the day in her mind and was confounded. How did she get into that one. Her cell phone kept beeping at her, making her aware that she had missed calls and unheard messages waiting. Reluctantly, she listened. “Hey stupid. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a stupid slut. You Ignorant Bitch! Just so we are on the same page, don't call my phone, I am done. FUCK YOU!” The next message she did not bother listening to, it was more of the same.

The next few days he continued to call. Leaving messages that he would like to apologize. Telling her that next time she should remind him not to get drunk. That she should call him back, there is no need to stop seeing each other over this. She took his initial advice and did not call his phone or return his messages.

She missed most the friends that she made through him. She did not miss his fat belly, or man boobs, or his constant need to try to impress. She did not miss his anger, his temper or his violent tendencies. She just hoped he would stay gone and she would not run into him in any bar, dive or otherwise.