Dating bartender my daughter is dating
We began to chat and then, without word or warning, he disappeared out the door.Friday rolled around again, and I was just about to sit down and pour myself some wine when in he walked—Bar 4.
For the better part of a year, I had a fake date every Friday night with the regular from upstairs.
I raised my wine glass, prepared to "cheers" him from across the bar as soon as he looked up to thank me. I looked at my friend, the two of us utterly confused—why in the ever loving hell was he not saying thank you or, at the very least, taking the damn shot? He grabbed a dollar off the bar and yelled, "Hey, bro, you forgot your change!
" As the stranger approached to take "his" dollar, my friend spun around and said "Hey, this is Jena.
Whether or not you are a liquor connoisseur, try your hand at making drinks.