Shop Girls

[StargazerParticipant 12505]

Back when I was “young, dumb and full of cum” I worked as a live sound engineer for some traveling bands… two or three shows a weekend at bars, clubs, frat parties, private events, etc. During that time, I developed a tendency to relate to and hit on the staff of the venue where the bands were performing. Bartenders, waitresses, entertainment directors, hotel managers… usually they were the only ones sober (like me) and still present at the venue by the time we were done tearing down and packing out the gear and I managed to bag a fair share of them.

Getting on into my life, I still tended to relate to and go for shop girls… to the point that I had to consciously make an effort to stop doing it for the following reasons: it’s a shop girl’s job to be nice and to flirt with the customers a bit for the benefit of the business and hitting on a shop girl who isn’t really interested is embarrassing to me and annoying (and potentially harassing) to her. When I was on the job, it was okay… banging the sound guy was not a problem for most of them… but now that I’m a civilian, it’s different.

I mentioned all of that to tell this story about what happened to me tonight.

Recently I’ve been having dinner at this new (to me) tapas place near my house to which I was introduced by my friend and his girlfriend who knows the weekend bartender there. The bartender is reasonably attractive and when the opportunity presented itself, I handed her my phone and she gave me her number. My friend’s girlfriend was shocked by this but I said “There’s nothing to get excited about, if I do text her, there’s no guarantee she will respond so let’s just leave it at that for now.”

Well I did text her a couple of days later but got no response so yeah, like I said. Tonight I and my friend went back there and she was working and she acted like none of it had ever happened. Females… good luck trying to figure them out, I don’t even bother any more.

What was weird was that the first time I was there several weeks ago, I asked one of the waitresses… a pretty, dirty-blonde Spanish girl… her name and she told me then ran off to the kitchen and has ignored me the last three times I was there. Tonight half-way through my dinner, she came over, called me by name, said she was happy to see me, hugged me and then kissed me on the cheek.

Uh, what? The one who gave me her number blew me off but the one who blew me off came over and kissed me? Like I said, good luck trying to figure them out. It just goes to show how confusing this s~~~ is, even for us veterans… and I advise you to avoid shop girls unless you’re actually employed there and working with them… in that case, having the opportunity to f~~~ them is part of your total compensation package.

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