Happy SuperBowl/I'm a shit.

Ok, first off, way to go Pittsburgh. though it's not Philly, it's still a PA city, and so we've won a championship! Suck it, you 49 other states!

Now, as for the "I'm a shit" part of the title...

Yesterday went to the Philadelphia Auto Show. A bunch of my friends and I go every year, though it's much more about acting like asses and drinking beer afterwards then the actual perusing of autos.
So, fun was had, and drunk was totally gotten. My friends had an hour-and-a-half drive to go home, so I was left alone in a drunked up state in Center City at about 10-11 o'clock. in that state, going home was not an option, I needed more brew. So off to a bar I went.
i ended up at Fergie's pub, sitting in the corner, drinking alone. Soon, the table next to me was filled with people, and I started chatting up a girl. I can be charming occasionally, mind you.
The night progressed and things went very well, her being a Yankee fan and all. Soon 2AM reared it's head and the bar closed down. I received an invite to continue the conversation, and as I am always up for after hours brews, figured why the hell not.
Now I'm a spoken-for man, and sex was not really in mind. I should probably feel sad about that realization, but whatever.
Anyway, so the table starts to stand and get ready when I notice it.
The gal had a deformed hand.
At first i thought my eyesight was failing, I mean I was ripped, but after a few more glances, I'm pretty sure it was like that.
I freaked out. Not in any way that was noticeable to her - I hope - but I needed to make a retreat.
I had not told her that I had a g/f, so if THE HAND came up before that was brought up, it would have looked very suspicious. So, what'd I do? I started to walk with them towards a cab, feeling very uncomfortable. Soon, i pulled out my cell phone and walked away. then just kept walking... and that was that.
Now, maybe if i was sober it wouldn't have been a big deal, but at this point we had been actively chatting for at tleast 2 hours. I was looking very interested. it was trouble.
I should say that this result was for the best, as I'm not sure where the hell they lived, and could have wound up someplace far away from my home. Someplace where taxis were hard to come by. trapped. and drunk.
I'm feeling pretty shitty that it bothered me, but I mean I was talking for 2 hours before I noticed. She may have been intentionally hiding it, but it really was a shock. I'd like to think that if I had noticed it right away, i would have kept on talking, and I really believe I would have. She just may not have kept talking, as she figured she was gettin' no luvin'. Which she wasn't anyway.
I just like to flirt, i'm such a tease.
Ok, so that's the story. it may not be very exciting, but it was so crazy. I mean, when I go out alone, i always have the craziest shit happen. And it was just another random night. The g/f goes out, has random stuff, but it always involves nudity and lesbians. me? I get deformities and arguments with homosexuals (don't ask). I like the experiences, but got damn it, would it kill the cosmos to throw me a little tit from time to time? I mean, come on.
heh.
Anyway, I'm done for the night I think. I need to return to the couch from whence I came, slowly slipping into my hungover, wings-induced coma. Peace out, G's.