Touch_72
Incorrigible Flirt
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- Aug 26, 2013
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Okay. I have to vent because I'm irate for her.
I'm sitting in a bar. A little while ago, I witness an incredibly loving and passionate gesture by a very attractive (young) woman. Her boyfriend or whoever he is was standing next to her. She was sitting on a bar stool. The way she ran her hand up has back to his shoulder and laid her head against his arm was so intimate... it said, "you are my comfort" in a gesture.
Not long after, she was head down on the bar, obviously on the way to comatose. What was he doing? Chatting with the bartender and drinking more.
This went on for a bit. I was thinking, "What a dick! She's obviously needing to go home." I waited. A little while later, they seem to leave.
I step outside. She's sitting with her head on her knees and he's chatting on the phone and smoking. Then he drags her back in the fucking bar so he can drink some more... spends a half hour inside with her head down on the bar the whole time like he's oblivious to the fact she's half comatose.
Then, he gives her a token, "Okay, hon. I'll get the car." Leaves. Pulls up.
We had to let her know he was outside in the car. He didn't even come in to walk her out.
Fucker! Dick!
I mean... seriously? An hour of oblivion to her need to go home?
I'm sitting in a bar. A little while ago, I witness an incredibly loving and passionate gesture by a very attractive (young) woman. Her boyfriend or whoever he is was standing next to her. She was sitting on a bar stool. The way she ran her hand up has back to his shoulder and laid her head against his arm was so intimate... it said, "you are my comfort" in a gesture.
Not long after, she was head down on the bar, obviously on the way to comatose. What was he doing? Chatting with the bartender and drinking more.
This went on for a bit. I was thinking, "What a dick! She's obviously needing to go home." I waited. A little while later, they seem to leave.
I step outside. She's sitting with her head on her knees and he's chatting on the phone and smoking. Then he drags her back in the fucking bar so he can drink some more... spends a half hour inside with her head down on the bar the whole time like he's oblivious to the fact she's half comatose.
Then, he gives her a token, "Okay, hon. I'll get the car." Leaves. Pulls up.
We had to let her know he was outside in the car. He didn't even come in to walk her out.
Fucker! Dick!
I mean... seriously? An hour of oblivion to her need to go home?