As I sit here and think about my early 20’s, I can’t help but miss the nights I bartended. The money was good, there was never a dull moment, and the women.
A bit of a back story, during college I tended bar. On a scale of 1 -10, I would consider myself a 8. My personality makes me a 10. I can talk to just about anyone about anything. My blue eyes are usually the first thing women notice. I’m average height and I played sports my whole life so I have an average body but that’s because I love food.
Anyone no one knows, hell I’ve even done it myself, people give bartenders their numbers all the time. The amount of numbers that I had gotten as a bartender was incredible. I never would believe it if I didn’t live through it.
Any ways, this post is to pay homage to the milf that slept over after a night of fucking and called her children’s school to tell them that would be absent that day.
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