A gorgeous, inscrutable server….
I sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I hadn’t seen her in the months since that one time. Several men surrounded her, clamoring for her attention. Jealousy surged through my veins, pulsing, throbbing. I called her names (in my head). I called the […]
What am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….
I sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently on the TV above my head, a beautiful woman, 25 or so, sat to my right. She seemed to know Pam and the bartender. An aside: I’ve come to understand that Pam and the bartender […]
A beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.
She oozes sex….
I think, finally, I understand the basic rules of cricket.
So we talked. I learned much more. She learned much more. I don’t imagine anything, other than a deepening of our platonic bartender/drinker relationship will come of it. Which is (surprisingly, to me) fine by me. Don’t get me wrong – I’d like an enormous amount to come of it. But I’m not obsessing. I’m […]