Bartenders
I somehow feel ridiculously duped and have no proper reason for it.
If you’re at a gay bar and…
a gorgeous man comes up to you and says
“Hi. Are you friends with Geno? The birthday boy?”
and you respond
“Yes.”
and he says
“The bartender in the back. The only straight one here at the bar. He thinks you’re really beautiful. Say hi to him. His name is *****”
And you say
“Ok.” and choose to grin to yourself.
Should you later choose to actually talk to the bartender, wouldn’t you expect him to buy your drink? No? Hmph.
For whatever reason, I feel somehow cheated.
And the fact that I shouldn’t be flirting with bartenders in the first place is a moot point, me thinks.
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