When you are at a bar with a group that includes pretty girls and you run into a group out doing the after-party thing following a wedding, it is inevitable that some of their half-or-all-the-way-in-the-bag males will try to talk to said girls. In my case, it was VERY inebriated brother of the bride who told me he was currently pursuing a career in the city's sanitation department. Politeness is always my downfall in these situations...
Me: So... how was the wedding?
Drunk Guy: It was really nice, especially the sermon... I felt like the priest really spoke to me.
Me: Really? That's nice, I guess. What was the topic?
Drunk Guy: You know, what you want out of life, family, the important things...
...and then he reached out and touched/rubbed my general uterus area.
[It should be noted that, in the moments between my reeling from this encounter and fleeing the scene, one of the Drunk Guy's friends (who had clearly observed the moment) walked up and whispered in his ear. Drunk Guy sheepishly pulled out his keys and handed them over. Too bad Drunk Guy's friends were all paired off.]
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