There was one exception to my Denver love: a toolish guy who smirked and blatantly stared at me and my friend while we ordered drinks at the bar. He was ignored. Temporarily. Later, when drunk, I what-the-hell went over to him to thank him for discreetly picking up our round and to ask him how his night was going.

“You’re hot.”


“You’re hot.”

“Yeah, you don’t know.”

I then walked away. He had no idea what he was talking about.

Note to self: Learn to accept a compliment. Also, don’t expect a guy at the bar to say (and mean), “Oh, it’s your personality that’s attractive!”

Note to douchey tools: When a girl starts a conversation with you, try answering the goddamn question. Not every chick will sleep with you just for calling her hot.