This is a real world experience.
I had just gotten a job in the Flatiron District as a cocktail waitress and was going in one day to fill out paperwork. Before I went in, I decided to treat myself to a fancy cup of coffee and pastry at a nearby French cafe. Of course, my waiter is a handsome young man and we hit it off immediately. He’s adorable in his little beret, black and white striped shirt and suspenders. The whole ‘french service boy’ bit is right out of a soft core porn movie. He complimented my scarf and noted my novel by Anaïs Nin sitting on the table. I mean really, does this even happen in real life?
So, I tell him where I’m working these days and invite him to come visit me. I leave and think nothing of it.
Two days later, I go in for my first shift. I’m standing at the bar waiting for an order when suddenly someone taps me on the shoulder and pulls me in for a hug. The bartender can’t help but laugh at the utterly confused look on my face. I’m completely mortified because I have absolutely no idea who this handsome young man is embracing me. Then I suddenly realize, the café boy! He had apparently come in the day before looking for me, but it had been my day off and now here he is again! I find myself wondering again if this is real life. This kind of thing only happens in the movies.
He stays for a bit, has a few drinks with his friend, flirts with me a bit and asks for my number, which of course I easily hand over. He tells me to let him know when I get off work, we’ll meet up for a drink.
This is where things start to fall apart.
I get off work and text him, he responds that he drank too much and is already home.
Over the next couple of weeks, each time he offers to meet up, he then changes his mind or cancels.
I forget about him and move on. But am completely bewildered! What the hell! Why did this happen? Things seemed so promising at the start!
Cut to about four months later, I have moved to Arizona, have been living my life and doing my thing.
I get a text from Café Boy.
Him- “Hey whats up”
Me- “Haha, you’ve got to be joking, right? I moved out of NY”
Him- “where did u move”
This isn’t horrendous, but all this girl is asking for is grammar, punctuation, maybe a little uniqueness? And enough with the “lol’s” when nothing at all is funny.
"Please don’t take this as creepy"… Too late. I actually have no problem with fetishes, to each their own, but maybe not in the first message.
This is a real life story.
I met this gentleman at a bar I had been set up in as an actor. (This a bit of a complicated story, maybe ask me about it later). He was a bit older but looked young and fit in his workout gear. We struck up a pleasant conversation and after he left, the bartender told me all about how great he is and how they went to high school together and most importantly… how ridiculously loaded he is. Like, REAL money, if you get my meaning.