The kissing man

Was in my usual place tonight. This guy approached. No news there, they always do, until they realize I have a sharp tongue. So he wanted to buy me a glass of wine. Told him that the place is closing around eleven. Only 5 min left. No need. I was going home. Persistent. Even with me convincing him it wasn't a good idea he ordered a whole bottle. Told him that I've seen him many times. He has kissed a friend of mine. Without remembering the next day. Too drunk for my taste. Didn't stop him though. So I felt a bit of responsibility (read pity :) to stay and share at least half of the bottle with him (nothing like a free drink?). And then I left. Just like that. I just don't need idiots in my life...