Can I have your belt?
So I'm out with some of my girls, at this place in Bellevue called Vertigo. I'm sporting my sassy lil red dress with a white ribbon as a belt, it's the end of the night, bar is closing and we're being booted. I've already heard a passable line where a guy said he was noticing the few girls with red dresses and mine was "definitely the best of the night." Made me blush a lil, I thanked him, slightly awkward.

Anywho on our way out some drunk guy who is obviously 15 or 20 years older than me comes up and asks for my belt. I splutter no as a simple knee jerk reaction and wonder what this is all about. He tells me he'll trade his black leather belt for my white ribbon, that black would look so good with the dress, wheedling and begging as I say no over and over.

Finally a girlfriend and I duck into a bathroom to escape him. Ridiculous.