I couldn’t find parking… I met a cute girl on a free online dating site. We had a lot in common, and our conversation was interesting, plus she was really cute, so I asked her if she wanted to get dinner one Friday evening. She told me she worked late that day, but would love to meet up for drinks after. I told her I knew a nice jazz lounge downtown, and we agreed to meet at 9 down there. I arrived on time and saved her a seat. She came in 20 minutes late, apologizing because she had trouble finding parking. I told her it was no problem, and she came up and gave me a big hug. I could smell booze on her breath, which threw me off a bit, but I figured maybe she had a drink after work. We went to the bar and she ordered a shot of and a double vodka cran, and drank it in about 10 minutes. Over the next hour and a half she drank 3 more double and had another two shots while I nursed a couple beers. When she spilled her fifth drink, the bartender cut her off. She started yelling about how he had no right and causing a scene. I apologized and coaxed her out the door. I told her that I didn’t think she should drive, so I’d call her a taxi. She said she didn’t have a car and wanted to ride home with me. When I asked her why she had told me she had a car she yelled at me, then started crying about how she had gotten a DUI and her life was ruined. I called her a taxi, made sure she was inside, and got away as fast as I could.