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EVER!!

I swear to god. So, last night my ex tip toes in the bar with his best bud and three trick hoes. First of all, guys, if you are trying to make your Ex jealous by bringing trick hoes up in her work environment, then do it with some fucking balls! He creeps up with the chicks, I’m outside smokin’ a joe with the bouncer. I see him and say “Hi Guys! How are ya?!” with the biggest smile, and he cowers like i’m swinging at him, and gives me a look like “aren’t you upset?”
If you are going to try to get to me, to make me upset by bringing tricks, then do it with flare. walk up and kiss me on the fucking cheek, like Judas! Let your balls drop.
And if you’re going to bring a trick hoe up in my shit, then at least make it someone worth fucking. someone I would want to fuck. not the bleach blonde 16year old replica of me. that’s pathetic. And you are then pathetic.
And don’t let the 16year old order a wine spritzer. It makes you look as weak as she is.

Then the asshole keeps repeating “man, I can’t wait till you start drinking again!” over and over like a broken record. broken and sadly confused if he thinks I will ever share a drink with him again. hell, i’m charging him double for them as it is.

Before the little girls in their Forever21 skirts asked for directions to Coyote Ugly (yes, you read that right), Yankee actually said “I’m glad everythings going well for you Belle,” then, get this, one arm still reaching back for the little girl, actually uttered the words…”Just wish you weren’t so busy. I’d love to nail you down for a couple nights.”

let it sink in. Women, let your eyes open wide and feel the rush of blood to the head. Roger, Shaun, linger over the rhetoric, smooth, sleek and serving its purpose leisurely. CHOKE on it. I almost did.
the audacity! the nerve! CHOKE on it because you know what it is. a last a desperate attempt of the night to GET To YOU. He just wants to see you falter. to see you blush. he needs to know you have pain in some way.
because he does. still choking? still want to punch him? keep your hand down under the bar.
use the muscles in your cheeks to draw up the sweet smile your mother taught you.

“You and everyone else in the bar, Andrew.”
(sweet smile)

I will not be broken.

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