Am I Famous Now…

… besides dancing on the bar, blogging with your PDA, flirting with the owners wife and drinking way too much.
I was sitting at the bar nipping an italian espresso doppio and reading The Independent. I was totally dressed in black. So was she. She had blue mesmerizing eyes. Obviously greatlooking and long blonde hair. A hypnotizing smile. She was darn HAUWT!

Eye contact was great, we were flirting hardcore. Soon I had to start working, helping out a friend. Her eyes grew as I walked behind the bar. Now you gotta know that I am one of those bartenders who even on their first evening behave as if they’ve always worked there. Drinking too much Working in bars for over 10 years now make it pretty easy to jump in somewhere, so after only some minutes I felt at home and was teasing the guests… and her.
My eyes grew… as she walked behind the bar. That was when I said it:

Holy noodles! Fuck me Angelina!

Maybe I should have asked her her name earlier on. Soon I could have sued her for sexual harassment. Especially when during a quiet moment I went sitting at the other side and quickly checked my blog comments on my PDA and answered the anonymous comments. At that moment Angelina grabbed my stylus and surprizingly found immediately where to write here name, address, phone number and url with the added note

You asked for!

Ugh! A geek girl!

One could think that 31 years would have learned me to control my mouth. Now (once more) I had to deal with the consequences of my big mouth. Normally I would have enjoyed this, but at the same time the boss’ wife was enjoying lovely maracuja man and I had to fight two fronts, being the bar and my back.
Luckily when I told Angelina after work I was going to see my GF she didn’t take it that badly. I will have to be carefully, somehow I don’t really trust her.
Oh btw, they asked me if I wanted to work there fulltime. I think I will need a drink chat with the owner’s wife before I decide. Yes she has a reputation. But so do I.