I Always Like to Keep My Audience Riveted

I was out with a group of friends at the local having a good time, when I went up to get a drink. A young guy about 23, good looking, nice body, blonde, blue eyed-my type started talking to me. When I first started talking to him, he seemed like he was tipsy, but not that drunk. Still he wasn’t that interesting. Nice body sure, but not nice enough to override my boredom. I would have found a way to extricate myself if he hadn’t mentioned that his girlfriend had just broken up with him. I couldn’t be just another rejecting woman, so when he offered me a drink I accepted. He asked me a few questions. And when I answered his attention seemed to stray. He kept asking me to repeat my name. I started to try to find a way to slip away. The opportunity came when he passed out stone cold in the middle of trying to talk me into staying for another drink.