Another installment of stories from dinner with friends. Same dinner, different boy. I was sitting across from a guy I had just met. He seemed very nice and was quite friendly. I happened to be drinking a margarita and at one point he asked me if it was any good. I said "it's ok, not the best margarita I've ever had...not very strong on the lime flavor." He gave me an odd look, smiled and said "you know how sometimes girls say one thing and mean another? Well sometimes guys do that too. I wasn't really asking how you like your margarita."
This left me a bit puzzled. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about.
Then he flashed a winning smile and said "what I was really trying to ask you was...can I have a taste of your margarita?"
So I shared my drink with a practical stranger.