Ghosts of Boyfriends Past: The Author

You didn't think I was going to pull through with this post, did ya?

Well I did. Here we go...

Girls, I think you will agree with me on this one. A bartender is either your best friend, your worst enemy or a little bit of both. Especially a male. Cute, friendly, talkative and knows how to pour a stiff drink… that’s a dangerous combo.

For a few months I frequented a bar and came to know a few of the bartenders. Sitting at the rail I had  first dibs on all of the “mess up drinks” Some how they always ended up being really delicious shots.

Coincidence, I’m sure.

I got to know this guy. 

We will call him.... The Author.

 Sweet, confident and had a way with words. He had recently published his first book.

Impressive, right?

He was forward and interesting. The Author asked me out. His plan was to take me out for dinner and then go to his friends house to use their hot tub.

Okay? But… I can roll with the punches.

Dinner was fine, honestly I don’t even remember where we went, but I remember he talked about his book. A LOT. A lot of things about leadership and honesty. Topics he proved to know much about. 

Oh… and brewing his own beer. He was all about that.

So we made it to the hot tub, I put my suit on and climbed into the bubbling tub.

It was all very innocent. Talking, laughing… yeah that’s about it.

Sorry…

I wish I could tell you more, but the only steam was from the cold air hitting our skin.

We continued to see each other for the next week or two… honestly I can’t remember details.

It was that good.

Things began to fizzle… until one night he called me and was adamant about coming over to hang out. 

A few beers, a good little make-out session and then he had to go. Really? I was thoroughly confused.  

Until...

The next day he came-a-knocking.

“Umm… We need to talk.”

Here we go:

“So… I have a girlfriend.”

Me- “Oh good….”

“ I don’t think we can do this anymore. But I want you to know that I think you’re so great….I had a lot of fun....”

Are you kidding me? Yeah please explain to me how awesome I am after telling me you have a girlfriend. 

So naturally he felt terrible and then we never talked again.

Great way to end the story right? Honestly, I wish there was more drama... like his gf sent me a nasty FB message or somehow found out where I worked... but no. He just made the honest mistake of making out with a girl that wasn't his girlfriend. 

Happens all the time, right?

Okay.. The Moral:

Bartenders. 

Keep them at arms length. They can lead to liver failure, bad decision making and unrealistic expectations of alcohol-to-mixer-ratio. I'm not advising you or un-advising you to stay away from bartenders because let's face it... They are good people to have on your side. 


Me being one of them... of course. 
Boom. 

Happy Weekend! What are your plans?