Estelle's: The Place Where Everyone Goes Home Happy

For those of you who live in the Chicago area, you may be familiar with a dirty, rotten, booze serving slut by the name of Estelle. Estelle temps the entire community on a nightly basis by offering inexpensive alcohol at an unreasonably late hour. She's the matchmaker of hundreds (possibly thousands) of one night stands. She is a 5am dive bar in the heart of Wicker Park.

I'm not sure if Estelle's is still doing the Tuesday night special that I grew to love anymore, but they use to have $2 beers. Now, I'm normally a southern comfort kinda girl, but a deal is a deal so I would always go out with my friends every Tuesday night, come hell or high water. We would get good and sauced. Never failed.

After months of this same routine, I began noticing how the entire bar seemed to begin making out with each other at around 4am. I thought it was hysterical so I started referring to Estelle's as "the place where everyone goes home happy".

Now don't get me wrong...I was part of that group who would occasionally be smooching face with some random dude, but it wasn't a habit of mine. However, there was one guy who always seem to show up and start a dance party. Mind you, this place is no where to have a dance party; by 2am, you can barely breath, let alone move. Regardless, I was the only one who would ever dance with him, he was super cute albeit totally bat shit crazy. I think he scared people even though I thought he was harmless.

So one night he tells me that he wants me to come home with him and I was I was all about it to have a good old fashion make out session but was hesitant about anything else. We get to his house and I give him a thrill by showing him my ruffle butt undies.

We make out like no one's ever made out before....and then he stops and says....

"I think we should do it."

Neither one of us had a condom handy and that didn't sit well with me. So I tell him that I didn't think it would be wise to do the deed.

Then...he pauses for a moment, kisses me a few more times, and whispers in my ear...

"...but I promise...I'm a good puller outer"

....classy.