Classique

Bar hopping avec mes amis de l'ouest.  Me and the boys, just the way I like it.
And this cute guy I don't know, but who's got the sweetest look and who reminds me of a guy I used to like a lot.
And after two bottles of wine, a few beers and shots of I-don't-even-know-what, je me convaincs que le gars me trouve un peu cute aussi, maybe.

But no, a few hours later, the mention of a girlfriend, me apologizing, his "it's all good" smile, and me feeling shitty the rest of the night.