Being A Gentleman

When I turned twenty-one, my friends and I went to a bar to celebrate. I only wanted to drink a little, not being too thrilled by the idea of alcohol, and while we were there I saw a stunning example of why I wasn't a fan of alcohol. There was this girl there who was completely hammered, she was walking around in her bra and hanging on every man who was there, and they loved it. At first, I didn't know what to do, but after a while, I started to get sick of how no one was really helping her, so I got up and gave her my coat and helped her to get a taxi home. She called me the next day to thank me, and we became good friends.