Fairy tales are dead

Tonight at Embassy, the gay club in Hamilton, a straight couple solicited me to dance with them.* The idea initially seemed interesting but then I got to thinking about what they were expecting from me. I quickly realized that since neither of them were of interest to me the situation could only turn sour. When the girl's boyfriend left briefly I made my swift escape and returned to my friends. I feel guilty now that I left the girl by herself but, unfortunately, when I am drunk I rarely consider the feelings of strangers.

*A bizarre sentence.