So we made out…RELAX!

If girls just want to have fun, why can’t a kiss just be a kiss!

I will admit that when a guy returns a random girl’s flirtations at a bar, he’s looking to slam—90% of the time. Or at the very least, he’s digging her.

The other 10% of the time, he’s running out the clock cause there’s not much else going on, or he’s too drunk to care either way so he basically “goes with the flow.”

Now, I’m not saying that a guy will kiss a girl just cause there’s nothing better to do…oh wait, that’s EXACTLY what I’m saying!

But is that so wrong? Beats dancing, right?

So there I was, minding my own business at Rouge (a.k.a. Montreal Drunk-Girl Heaven) when, out of the corner of my eye, I see this chick to my left staring at me .

She leaned in with the classic line: “Why do you look so mad?”

Side Note: Isn’t it funny how, when a girl is interested, she’ll throw ANY line out at a guy to get his attention, no matter how ridiculous, but when guys do it, we’re assholes?

Truth is, I only went to stand next to her cause it happened to be the only opening at the always-packed bar, and my alleged sour puss was just me trying to get the bartender’s attention.

Still, being the polite and cordial bachelor that I am, I played along with the usual guessing games that 20-something tipsy girls love to play (“Guess my name!”…”Guess my nationality!”…”Guess how old I am!”…FML) while always keeping a subtle eye out for the next available person to serve me before the house lights came on. And yes, I offered her one too!

Even though I was liquored up plenty, and it was 2:45AM (otherwise known as “Last chance to find a chick to go home with), she really wasn’t my type. At all. The only thing she had going for her was that she was the first 3-Finger Girl I’d seen all night, yet even that wasn’t enough to keep me interested.

But the flirtations kept on coming…And this is where guys and girls differ:

I could have turned down her advances politely and gone back to my friends (like most girls would do). But hey, what’s wrong with trying to cop a little smooch? As old saying goes: “When in Rome…” (or in this case, Rouge).

I will say this: She was a great kisser. Under different circumstances, I would have tried to close the deal. But after biting her bottom lip (in the good way, of course), the music had died–literally and figuratively–so I figured I’d wish her a nice life and be on my way.

But she, and one of her girlfriends, INSISTED I take down her number, and then followed that up with the move every guy HATES: Hovering over the phone to make sure I’m putting in the right digits.

And that was followed up by the QUESTION every guy hates: “Any plans tomorrow night?”

Which brings me back to my issue-of-the-day: Is a kiss just a kiss, or is a guy once again guilty of leading the girl on? Or, worse yet, am I a complete douche for even talking to her at all if I wasn’t interested?

I used to think that making out was one of those no-strings-attached, impulsive moves that two people could make with or without attraction.

But maybe swapping spit and giving out phone numbers need to go hand-in-hand (or mouth-to-mouth, as the case may be).

Thoughts?