Woke up in a near cold sweat last night upon remembering a snatch of drunken conversation from last Friday evening. The scene: an unfamiliar club, about 2am.
Me (slurring): “I’d really like to see you sober.”
Her (bristling): “What on earth do you mean?”
Me: “Just what I said – I’d love to see you sober.”
Her (angrily): “I can’t believe you’re so rude! I’m not drunk!”
Me (aghast): “No! I meant when *I* was sober….”
Too late. Note to self: Must drink less when finding someone attractive.