After dinner last night with friend Erica, we made our way to a Union Square bar where, I'm not proud to say, we had one too many drinks. Not slobbery, you know, but maybe a little more cheeky than I am on any given, sober day. So I thought I would take a stab at leaving my number on a napkin for the cute bartender -- even though he sort of looked like he shopped at Hot Topic. I mean, it took me two napkins to get my own number right, but I thought was I very slick. I mean, what the hell? Why not? I'm a grown woman, time to act like one, shit!
En route back to the train, my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. Gasp! Did my newfound skillz already pay off?!? I should try this "bold" thing more often!!!
"Uh, hey. It's the bartender. You didn't leave the receipt. How much did you tip me?"
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