She looked at me and said “beer is your drink. You look really good drinking beer.” That was the weirdest compliment I’ve ever got. We were at this pub in Buenos Aires, near our hostel, and I was having a pint. I just laughed and kept drinking. I do like beer a lot; it’s actually my favorite beverage. Not too long after that I met a girl named Beer. I didn’t even know that was an actual surname, but it did gave me ideas. What if we had an affair? Saying “I love Beer” would’ve proved to be right twice. It ain’t gonna happen, though. She hates me.