ditched tender_square i am on a date with a man i don't recognize. we're at a restaurant and he begins to drink heavily. i reveal i'm not comfortable being driven home because of how much he's imbibed. i ask for his keys. he hands them over but makes a big, melodramatic show, saying that i'm leaving him. he throws up on the bar top and proceeds to lay his head down, either in defeat or a fit of unconsciousness. two female waitresses onlooking are horrified. my first instinct is to help him out of the sickness, to clean the mess, to aid him. but as i approach, the stench of vomit is so overwhelming i nearly get sick myself. the waitresses have the same reaction. they take ten steps away and turn, coughing and covering their mouths. i realize he can't be my responsibility anymore. outside in the parking lot, i attempt to find friends to fill his black town car before leaving. i wrangle a few women and convince them to get into the vehicle. i don’t know who they are but they're dressed loudly and seem rebellious but not irresponsible or disordered like the man i've left behind. i keep hurrying the women, saying that i have to fill the car with occupants, otherwise he'll return and then i'll really be screwed. 230331 what's it to you? who go blather from