Went on a date with a girl I knew after my divorce. Very pretty, kind, fun to be around, easy to talk to. We went to a brewery and had 2 beers in maybe two hours. A friend was at a bar close by and asked us to come join them. We walked in, I grabbed a beer and went to their table to say hi.
Well, buddy was drunk AF and after a few minutes he thought I was talking shit about his wife. I had recently torn my biceps tendon, labrum, and rotator. Any my buddy, without provocation, shoves my as hard as he can and knocks my on the ground behind the bar. My shoulder was ****ed and I had to be helped up. She was mortified, buddy got kicked out, and I went home alone. Ashly hasn’t talked to me since.
/csb