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Went to the local gay bar last night. Basically, I ran into alethas old friend from down the block, and he was dancing there as part of his job. He asked me to go. I found out he actually just returned from Iraq. As the night went on, he got more drunk and more touchy. At the start of the night, he had made some comment about me staring at him and he had a point. Army makes guys cut. But... I wonder if it was just the alcohol. I was going to go to the afterparty but then he implied that he expected some activities that I was not going to partake in were expected to occur... so I politely asked for the keys he was holding in his pocket. He didn't remember me giving them to him. This is like things with Andrew- friends insanely attracted to each other, but unable to handle the intense Things. Like, we carefully avoid alethas name and mention of Iraq. But, I must be honest: when he pulled me close, I knew I would be in trouble if I staid. Why is it always me being the sober one wanting it, and they always have to be intoxicated?! Oh lord, what have I danced my way into?