Hot Barmaid will be mine! God damn, I need to man up and start talking to her properly. Half a dozen five minute conversations about my new haircut, "Top Gun", Obama, chocolate and property shows on the teevee do not a deal make. And I don't even know her name. But holy shit, man, she's all I can think about. I can't even write my novel any more cause I keep thinking to myself "Is it Kate? She could be a Kate. Maybe it's something exotic. Maybe she has a nickname she uses all the time. Maybe it's Claire. I need a beer."
And you know something else? I'm actually noticeably improving at pool cause I'm in that fucking pool room so often! Maybe I should meditate again. That was actually pretty useful when I did it last. I don't know any more, really. Maybe Nick knows what her name is.
And you know something else? I'm actually noticeably improving at pool cause I'm in that fucking pool room so often! Maybe I should meditate again. That was actually pretty useful when I did it last. I don't know any more, really. Maybe Nick knows what her name is.