She'd asked me to come and talk with her. But she, knowing full well that I don't drink, swallowed five martinis as I was eating. And we hardly talked at all.
And that was the least objectionable thing she's done lately.
On top of what I can't live with for health and logistical reasons, I noticed something else about her: That she wanted me in her apartment, and in her life, because she liked the idea of having someone as exotic as I am around her and her friends.
Just what I need, right?