RAISING THE BAR FOR FLIRTING - ROMANTIC STORY

 

RAISING THE BAR FOR FLIRTING - ROMANTIC STORY

 

IT’S JANUARY OF 2010. I AM A REGULAR AT A BAR A FEW BLOCKS FROM MY HOUSE. ONE OF THE BARTENDERS IS ABSOLUTELY EYE-CATCHING: TALL, BLONDE, BUSTY, LEGGY, AND OPENLY TRANSGENDER. SHE GETS HIT ON AT LEAST TWENTY TIMES A NIGHT BY DRUNK CUSTOMERS. 

I KNOW SHE WOULD RESENT IT — AND TURN ME DOWN — IF I WERE TO GO OVER TO HER AND USE SPOKEN WORDS TO HIT ON HER, SO I DEVISE A DIFFERENT PLAN.

I TAKE ONE OF MY SOCIAL CARDS — A CARD WITH MY NAME, PHONE NUMBER, AND EMAIL ON IT — AND TUCK IT INSIDE A WRITTEN NOTE.

MY NOTE: “I HAVE BEEN ADMIRING YOU AND CRUSHING ON YOU FOR MONTHS. I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW WELL YOU HANDLE ALL THE DRUNKS WHO SAY CRUDE THINGS ABOUT YOU.

YOU ARE CLEARLY KIND, CARING, PATIENT, AND GOOD-HEARTED, AS WELL AS BEAUTIFUL. IF YOU’D LIKE TO CONTACT ME, FEEL FREE. MY INFORMATION IS ENCLOSED.”

I HAND THE NOTE TO THE BAR’S OWNER AND TELL HER TO PASS IT TO THE BARTENDER IN QUESTION WHEN SHE GETS OFF SHIFT (WHICH I KNOW WILL BE IN A FEW MINUTES). THE OWNER DOES SO, AND WHEN THE BARTENDER READS IT, I CAN SEE THE OWNER POINTING TOWARD ME. I LEAVE AFTER THE GAME I’M WATCHING IS FINISHED.

THE NEXT DAY, THE OWNER PASSES ME A NOTE FROM THE BARTENDER.

BARTENDER’S NOTE: “IF I WASN’T ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP, I’D CALL YOU. THANKS FOR NOT BEING A JERK LIKE THE OTHER DUDES.” 

FAST FORWARD TO JULY OF 2010. I’M SITTING ON A PARK BENCH WATCHING PEOPLE TOSSING FRISBEES, KICKING SOCCER BALLS, AND PICNICKING, WHEN MY FAVORITE BARTENDER WALKS UP ALONG WITH A TALL BRUNETTE. THE BRUNETTE INTRODUCES HERSELF AS THE BARTENDER’S ROMANTIC PARTNER.

BRUNETTE: “THANK YOU FOR DOING WHAT YOU DID WHEN YOU DID IT. [BARTENDER] WAS GOING THROUGH A REALLY ROUGH MENTAL HEALTH PERIOD, AND HAVING SOMEONE SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT HER RATHER THAN JUST HEARING DRUNKS LEER AT HER CHEST AND LEGS HELPED GET HER BACK INTO A GOOD MENTAL STATE.”

AS OF NOW, THEY’RE STILL TOGETHER, AND BOTH ARE DOING WELL NOW THAT THE WORST OF THE GLOBAL HEALTH CRISIS HAS PASSED.

 

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