Drinking good beer doesn't mean that you'll find double rainbows...

So my beer gal crush gave me the ego splatter last night. It started out well. Drinks, decent meal, great conversation and then....I went in for the kiss and got turned away like a Light beer salesman at Central Market.

What happened? Did I misread all her signs? Damn, sometimes it's easier to figure out final gravity on your homebrew than understanding women.

My ego hurts. Btw, did I mention that I drank a Negra Modelo...meh...


Cheers!