So my Thursday night wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I went to my #1 spot Arctica, enjoyed a few drinks with some friends and met a tool bag. Normal Thursday night.
There’s not much too say about it, but I thought I’d share it.
So I wandered off from the people I was with and was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. Than the tool bag arrived. Just sat himself right next to me and started talking. Okay. We’re talking for maybe 2 minutes, and in that time I found out he lived in Westchester. He comes out and says “Am I going to get lucky tonight?” I’m like why because its 2:15 and the last train out of Grand Central is at like 1:50. He said, “Yes.”
I look at him with disgust and he attempts to stick his tongue in my mouth and grab my boobs. Your fucking kidding me right? He got smacked in the face and was kicked out of the bar. Success.
Doesn’t even surprise me anymore.
acasualfriday 