Needing Swagger

I should have quit while I was ahead. I had a perfectly nice dinner with the guys. Curried chicken in coconut rice, cucumber salad, strawberry ricotta cups, and vanilla vodka tonics. All enjoyed in my baloncy overlooking the sea. Good conversation. But the good guys were pretty done after a bottle of wine and a bottle of vodka. And I was still awake. And then the Big Bros called me to meet them at the bar just down the street. And they were wolves in wolves clothing.

Tommy- thinks I should wear stilettos and hoop earrings and walk with more swagger. Kept asking me to go out and take a walk under the stars and make out with him. (between checking out the bartenders' asses) (between asking me if I liked my hair pulled, ughhh...)
Ned-- thinks I should work more on my biceps and steaming vegetables his way and let it slip that they were all trying to pick up anyone they could get.
Collin- Trying to get my friend to sleep with him. Asking me if I would take Tommy home with me. Telling me I was rude for saying no.

I'm pretty sure the best company in the bar was the owner's pit bull. I'm trying to walk this tightrope and not fall on either side of complicicty or bitchyness. The result is reserve and fleeing the scene early.