What Do Drunk Men and Moving Have in Common?

There are two situations in life where men feel compelled to flirt with women in an overbearing way.

The first and most obvious is the drunk situation. A little bit of false confidence can go a long way when a guy is mustering the courage to talk to a girl.

The second is when a girl needs help moving into or out of her apartment. Men often feel that by moving her dresser, for example, they’ve somehow exhibited super-human strength that she surely cannot resist.

I had the pleasure of enduring both of these situations (at once) the other night while helping out a friend. My friend is moving to a faraway land called San Diego, and so she has decided to sell all her furniture. We were standing in front of her apartment building, with her couch right next to us I might add, waiting for someone off Craigslist to come by when this man comes stumbling around the corner.

Now in normal life, this guy is probably alright. But he was wasted and insisted on helping us load this couch into the soon-to-be-arriving van. After telling him “no thanks” several times we finally just agreed to let him help.

When the van arrived he picked up one end of the couch and then promptly dropped it. Trying a second time, he didn’t drop it but he was teetering this way and that way making me certain this scene was never going to end. But to our relief he pulled through and the couch made it into the van.

My friend finished the transaction with the Craigslist lady and that’s when the drunk Casanova really decided to go for it.

“Hey,” he said with eyes crossed and swaying body. “Can I have a minute of your time?”

“No. Busy,” I replied.

That wasn’t enough for him so he asked for my name. I replied quickly and then walked away, avoiding all eye contact. But he wouldn’t give up. He followed right behind me asking me for a couple minutes to talk.

I was silent.

Finally, my friend finished with the couch and we continued on inside back toward the elevator. We managed to get in the elevator and shut the door on him, but not before he told us what apartment he was in.