Popular Post Bi**** Posted July 8 Popular Post It has been a long day, and I sigh as I pull into my regular spot outside the bar. I walk in to see my usual stool is still open. I plop down and the bartender slides my usual across to me. Ah, the sweet taste of misery. I look around. A lot of new faces. I look back at my drink. What am I doing tonight. What do I want out of life. Fuck that, what am I doing tonight! I look up to see a woman looking back at me for a brief moment. Was she watching me or just happened to be looking back at the same time? I wait a few more moments and look up in a different direction. As I look back to my drink my gaze passes her again and once again she was looking at me. My heart starts to race.
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