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Go ahead. Call me boy crazy. I probably deserve it. I have another fairy tale brought to life, or rather, fairy tale-(probably) come-false start.
There is a certain bartender whose attention I was somehow able to attain and keep for the better part of four hours. He is impossibly good looking. No one should be allowed to be this good looking, just so it's fair to the rest of us. Ugh, god, those suspenders. Ugh, god, that accent. Believe it or not, I impressed the hell out of him with the best and only Argentine Spanish phrase I've got. But but but...
Someone came up behind me that night and delivered to me a piece of paper with this certain bartender's name, a phone number, and two Xs on it. This has me in a tizzy. Too much of a tizzy to go into it right now until I can make better sense of the situation. But in the meantime...
I burn. I pine. I perish.
And I am scared out of my fucking mind.
There is a certain bartender whose attention I was somehow able to attain and keep for the better part of four hours. He is impossibly good looking. No one should be allowed to be this good looking, just so it's fair to the rest of us. Ugh, god, those suspenders. Ugh, god, that accent. Believe it or not, I impressed the hell out of him with the best and only Argentine Spanish phrase I've got. But but but...
Someone came up behind me that night and delivered to me a piece of paper with this certain bartender's name, a phone number, and two Xs on it. This has me in a tizzy. Too much of a tizzy to go into it right now until I can make better sense of the situation. But in the meantime...
I burn. I pine. I perish.
And I am scared out of my fucking mind.