Some girl in the queue for the loo, full face on, calling my dress tarty. I smiled, took a photo anyway, and posted it before last orders. She can cope.
Tag: confidence
He looked well. I looked better. I made sure of that in the mirror by the sinks before I walked over.
He was fit, bored, and already looking at me like I’d started it. So I did. The drinks came quicker after that. Not a strategy. Just good manners.