Originally posted on my home blog.
Friday night I went out to a bar district with some of the interns. I decided to leave a little earlier than the others wanted to, so I said I’d just walk home — the area is only eight or nine blocks from my apartment, and I’d only had a couple beers over the course of the entire evening.
Bad choice.
About three blocks from home, some tall, drunk guy walking the opposite direction stumbled past as he crossed the street.
‘Hey baby, can I have a kiss?’ he asked, leaning down and pointing to his cheek.
‘Um, no, I don’t think so,’ I responded hesitantly.
‘Lesbian!’ he snapped. He then smacked me on the ass and stumbled away.
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