![]() ![]() He muttered something to one of his boys and proceeded to come my way, again calling me sweetheart, and put his hand on my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted t-shirt guy approaching me with his friends. Luckily, I’ve known the bouncer for several years and struck up a conversation about his family, friends, etc. Her cab was late, as usual, and she was trying her best to get there. Not being able to find her, I stepped outside for a cigarette and immediately dialed her on my phone. After the fifth “sweetheart,” I told him I wasn’t interested and proceeded to walk away looking to see if my friend had arrived. Immediately, while waiting for my bill, a short guy in a too tight t-shirt approached me, calling me every name under the sun except my own. ![]() Brushing off the embarrassment, I walked over to the bar to order a beer. I felt like I was standing in the spotlight, in my underwear. Walking through the door, by myself, immediately every guy in a 5 foot radius of the front door looked at me-and not just looked at me, they up and down checked me out eye-fucked me. Of course, I didn’t think that there would be an issue waiting at a bar alone for a few minutes, especially a bar in the neighborhood I’ve grown up in and lived in my entire life. Finally giving in, she told me she’d meet me at the bar soon. Ready to have a drink, or five, I called one of my girlfriends begging her to come out and have a simple girls night with me. It’s “Thirsty Thursday” and I had just gotten off of a 6 hour shift waitressing at an Italian restaurant. ![]()
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