I'm a douchebag?

January 29, 2011
We were supposed to turn on our game on OkCupid against Miah and CNF so our hero has snatched a date for tonight. Well not really, it's weird. It's this girl's 21st birthday and I meet her at 10:00 at Continental, the skeevy 5 shots for $10 bar. We sit around for a bit until they split and I'm left with just her, which is much preferred because I don't really know what to say to her three friends. The worst would be getting into a conversation on how I met Luna (the date).
We walk from there to Cienfuegos, which now has a new entrance around the corner. I guess the sandwich shop wasn't doing well and seemed close. They instead have two girls standing outside of a nondescript metal door and stairs. We have a cocktail and chat and I bring her to the opposite, International Bar. I finally decide that I'm bored. It's been over three hours with this gal and she really hasn't passed by 15 minute rule. I want to ditch.
I lie and say that my friend (using Evan) is having a panic attack and doesn't have his meds so I need to make a call. I call Atron and he shows up to International to spy on the date. When I see him walk right by, we don't say Hi to each other, and this incognito shit has been laughing in the middle of conversations. I have to awkwardly explain that I'm thinking about something else that's making laugh. I finally pull the trigger and say that I have a text from friend that I have his spare key and he can't get into his apartment and lives up in 116th. She was planning to stay with me on Great Neck, so I had the shit lockdown, but that's work. I have to spend the rest of the night entertaining, then she has to come back, then I have to entertain during the morning while she's stuck on the Island with me. Man, this is too much.
She's a bit tipsy because she just turned 21 and doesn't really drink. She doesn't know how to get back to Hoboken, so I just walk her a bit crosstown and say Bye. I question my morals a bit, but what else am I expected to do.
I meet up with Atron at Company and we have a few beers until I catch a cab to get the 3:19. I wish there was more ruckus because this one guy is in the military or something and he's making fun of this one Merchant Marine and criticizing his decision to join them. This is a horrible move considering it is a crowded train of 6-7+ other fellow Merchant Marines. If a fight broke out, it'd be one guy and his little brother against a shit load of dudes. Unfortunately, people are able to calm him down and nothing breaks out.
When I get home, I get on the chat and speak to some "friends"/people I've hung out with to ask about the decision of my night. As girls, they construe me as the biggest asshole ever. They twist the story and their version goes, "So you got a young girl drunk on her 21st birthday and ditched her somewhere in the city and you don't even know if she's home safe?" But reality, she wasn't drunk drunk and she did get back to Hoboken fine, so take that! I'm not an evil guy!