I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of five years and decided I needed to branch out.

I met up with some of my guy friends to watch the Bears game at a bar. These dudes are really into the Bears and really into beer. So, the ritual goes: you drink lots and lots and lots and lots of beer and when the Bears score you have to do a touchdown shot. This particular game was a REALLY good Bears game.

Flash forward: the Bears won and I’m HAMMERED. We moved the party to another establishment where I found and started flirting with what I thought was a sexy Australian boy. I gave him my number and went on my merry drunk way.

After about a week of texting back forth we decided to go on a date. I made the mistake of telling him I didn’t care what we did.

When we met up for our date I barely recognized him and he was not at all attractive! What did I get myself into? But the accent was still hot so I went with it.

He took me to a nice Mexican restaurant, which is all good and fine, except I’m a total spice wimp. I choked down my food and had one too many Margarita’s.

After dinner he took me to a couple different bars where he proceeded to talk shit about basically all the music I love. Then he told me we were going to the comedy club. “Maybe this won’t end up so bad” I thought. We went to the comedy club and waited in line for what seemed like forever. When we got to the front of the line the man asked for our tickets, which clearly didn’t exist. This is where the date ended, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough!

He continued to text me for weeks. I was so annoyed by him I never responded. He did eventually give up.

The moral of the story: when you’re hammered flirt with more than just one guy. A girl’s got to have options!

Love Izzie