That is (partial) me in the picture with my hottie server, who I didn't mind touching on me.
The full story is on it's way. But will it lead anywhere?
I left my card in the billfold - "I'm the brunette, call me!" Which for those who know me, know that's pretty bold and uncharacteristic of me to do but my friends said that if I didn't act on the moment, I would sorely lose.
I'd like to talk to my Lucky Charm again. I guess time will tell if he'll man up with his actions.
UPDATE 3-30-10: No, I didn't hear from my lucky charm. It was fun to flirt for a night with hottie server. It stepped me out of my comfort zone and act ballsy in a non-Bradshaw way. I did see him a few days after the green beer wore off, but it was just a glance across a crowded room. I knew, if I hadn't heard from him in 2 days I wasn't going to because he flirts to get tips but probably goes home to his girlfriend, or boyfriend (it is West Hollywood).
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