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2022-06-17 - 10:39 a.m.
My crazy in love pheromones have created a disaster. I had four men give me their phone numbers last night. I’ve been a bartender a VERY long time. And I don’t work in places where you give your bartender your number. Sure, I get some creeps who pass me their number and say they would like to take me out, which I always reject. But, it’s never been like this, where reputable men are giving me their numbers and telling me that they don’t do that but that they think I’m beautiful or adorable or fascinating or just straight out, I want to take you to dinner. All in one night. And I looked like absolute sh*t last night. I was tired and frazzled and hadn’t done laundry because I was too busy being in love so I didn’t even have socks on and my pants were a billion years old and too big so I was rocking a very fashionable Saran Wrap belt. Anyway, I’m in love. It’s not really a situation that is feasible. I’ve never physically met this person and he’s a billion miles away from me. But, I’m in love and I’m just going to live every day thinking that one day I’ll meet him in person and we’ll ride off into the sunset. |
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