There are two (2) sides to every story.
This is The King's version and why he left me at the restaurant:
When he went to the bathroom a couple of young guys sat at our table. When The King returned they did not leave. They were flirting with me.
I insisted on talking to the lads for a long while. The King was ready to leave. He walked over to the fire pit and waited for me to come to him, hence, giving me an "out" (a way to get away from the lads). I didn't take it. I stayed.
He tried again and moved over to a couch hoping I would come over to him. I didn't.
He says I made an intentional decision. I selected them over him. (He had bought me dinner and more then several Cakebread Chardonnays which adds up. He didn't say that. I'm saying that.)
The King was ready to go. He grabbed my purse and got the car.
He says he swung the car around to the curb. He said I demanded he get out and open my door. (I don't remember that but it could have happened. I mean, I might say that.)
After swinging around three times I refused to get in the car. He said he gave me back my purse. By that point I was standing with the young guys. He was fed up and left.
He said I could have called a cab. (I don't think I had my purse.) But that's what you get when your out all night drinking like a fish.
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