The bartender, definitely a gay blade and not afraid, comes over to us while he's washing and drying glasses and looked at me and said "Here we go. Honey, you're not the first one he's bragged to about his johnson on my shift. One lady lived to tell the tale, came back and told us all about Mr. Johnson's johnson." He giggled and winked at me. LOL!
I thought our "Mr. Johnson" was going to reach across the bar and grab him. But the bartender just turned on him and said, sit down and behave or leave. He left! Yay!
The bartender, Ben, my savior, winked at me and came back to where I was sitting. He said if I needed someone to walk me to my car he would or someone else there would and then he poured me a free glass of wine. So when I became single again earlier this year, I looked Ben up and found him working at a new place. I called him at his new bar and asked if he remembered me and he did! So yes, when I make plans to meet someone new for a drink, you bet, it's going to be wherever Ben is behind the bar.