Turn to my right. Brunette this time, hooray for variety I guess. “What
are you drinking?” This one is excited and tells me ginger ale and
Jameson. Sugary with a taste of slut. We chat it up and things are
going well. More hand contact, first shoulder then side waist. She’s a
fun girl and I’m enjoying my time with her. Maybe I should buy her a
drink. Wait, no I can’t. I’m in America and that is a sign of weakness.
Despite the fact that I genuinely don’t mind.
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