"I bet you don’t even know who James Baldwin is."
Me: “The author of Giovanni’s Room.”
"Of course you would know he wrote that."
I’ve reached my daily limit of holier-than-thou, pretentious arses, can you go be a cunt over there?
I had a lot of fun talking to you and hanging out with you at the bar after my shift today. You’ve had an incredibly intriguing life, or at least tell incredibly intriguing stories. Oh! Thank you for the double shot of tequila!
I just wish you hadn’t ditched me at the bar when I went to console my friend. You asked me to stay, even though I was leaving. I appreciate that you paid for my drinks, though they’d probably have been free if you hadn’t asked for them to be on your tab.
So confused as to why a guy would invest the time, effort and money to have me keep him company and then would ditch me when we were having a great time.
Have I mentioned that I’ve never been ditched before? Much less baited, pampered, entertained and then ditched…. I feel like an emotional hooker.