So a Drunk Guy Asked Me To Marry Him Last Night

Crazy, off the wall things never cease to occur in my life. Take last night for example. I roll into a very crowded bar at 10pm, going to meet a friend for drinks. I see an open spot at the bar so I ask the guy sitting next to the stool if it's open. He says it's free, so I politely ask him to move it out of the way so I can park my chair place, and then activate my chair's "Elevator Seat" mode (my favorite crip-thing ever, btw). He of course does what I ask, because let's face it, it's not easy to say no to a pretty girl in a wheelchair.

So there I am, elevated at bar level, and he offers to buy me a drink. I say enthusiastically, "Sure!" and soon, after 3 tasty glasses of wine, I find myself in a wine-induced haze (which is a good thing in case you were wondering). He was a nice guy. Looked 34, but confessed he was 42. He was in town for the Twins game (they lost). So he and his friends were pretty bummed, deciding the best remedy was copious amounts of beer.

I just happened to be the not so lucky gal to run into their existence at this "Twilight Zone" moment. A half-hour later, after my 3 glasses of wine, they start to ask me questions. It's the usual Q&A gamut: Age, profession, where do you live, have you always been from the city, etc. I kindly respond. I was bored and my friend had not yet arrived.

So all of a sudden he starts telling me how beautiful I am. I joke, try to be modest, and basically try to be "one of the guys" with them. They're country, manly men from up-north (I'm very good at doing this btw, having grown up with a neighborhood full of boys my age, and not many girls). The he says I'm perfect and asks if I'll marry him. I laugh it off, thinking it as a joke, but being that he's so inebriated, he actually thinks he's being serious. 'I can be with a wheelchair girl," he smiles at me.

Dude. Whoa. We were like, SO different….and hello, complete strangers! Thankfully, my friend came in the bar just at that very moment, and rescued me just in time. I was afraid any minute that ridiculous country podunk was going to grab me by the hair and drag me back to his cabin up in Duluth. For shiz.