Don't ask for my number.

So, I failed to write about this when it happened on Wednesday night, so let me tell it now and why I was so upset last night.

I have a bar near where I live, and I go there quite often. I love the other regulars, and two of the bartenders. I went there after work on Wednesday for dinner, quite a usual thing for me. After my quick pull (makeout session) the night before, I was quite content and wasn't looking for anyone hook up with. I started talking to a young gay man, who we'll call Davide, and he was really nice and I talked to the bartender tons and whoever else was around. I saw three guys walk in at one point, one of which was very good looking. I tried to make eye contact with him but Davide claimed he was with someone, so I sighed and admitted defeat.

Fast forward, and I'm slowly sipping my drink and I hear from behind my left shoulder, "Hi... you look really familiar, have we met before?" It was him, Leon. He was beautiful, with great style, and South American with the accent to boot. We talked for a while, I did a shot with him and his friends. Turns out he used to be a bartender at the bar. He couldn't figure out where he knew me from though. He started talking about how he wanted to get married and I smiled, maybe giggled, and from then on, he thought I was making fun of him... which I wasn't! But marriage, correct me if I'm wrong, is usually not a topic of bar conversation with a stranger! Then all the regulars, myself included, grouped at the bar, and he started telling them how I was laughing at him, and I denied it again... and I told him he was very good looking in response to the question, "Why does nobody take me seriously??" He seemed a bit offended by that for a few moments, but it didn't last too long. I asked him a little while later how old he was, he said 30. He asked me, and as always, I asked him how old he thought I was, and he said between 25 and 28. Unlike most women, I found this quite flattering! He gasped when I told him I was only 22.

Him and his friends bought another round of shots, and instead of taking it at the bar, he took me by the hand and led me to the back of the restaurant and said some things that I can not remember to the life of me, something to effect of, "you are gorgeous... your eyes are stunning.." and then he asked if he could kiss me, and I resisted and turned away the first few times and he laughed and pulled me towards him, where we seemed to slow dance for a few moments. Then I finally let him kiss me. He was a really good kisser, really passionate. His arms were around my body, feeling around where they pleased (within boundaries for the time being) and then we went into the bathroom that was two feet from where we were. I told him it was kind of gross in there, and he replied, "I don't want people watching us!" and then we left and went downstairs to the managers office and he locked the door, covered the window, and turned off the lights. It was very hot already in there, I could only imagine that we'd make it hotter.

I straddled him first and he kissed my neck and my breasts. He fumbled with my bra, had more than a bit of trouble opening it, heh. He sat me back on the chair and stripped me of the pants I was wearing, removed my panties, and before I knew it, he was spreading my legs in this dark office and eating me out. It felt very good. We kept going at it, while he said in his South American accent things like, "You drive me crazy!" and fast forward to me being completely naked and him half naked. We continued kissing until we were interrupted by a restaurant busboy, and I quickly put on my clothes and returned to the bar.

When we got upstairs again, he said, "So are you going to give me your phone number?" and I said, "If you ask for it." and he did. I told him I was leaving the next week for vacation, and he said, "I will call. I REALLY want to see you again." He kissed me and left with his best friend and I left soon after that.
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Fast forward to last night, my other night for being a regular at said-bar. Leon had not called yet, but I'd basically prepared myself for that. This was my last Saturday night and I was hoping to have a good time. Leon and his friend were there though by the time I'd gotten there, and with two blondes. The entire situation left me feeling very awkward, even though we were at different ends of the bar. I talked to the bartender lots, and a couple of the regulars, but never once did I get a glance, or an acknowledgment from Leon. Now, don't get me wrong, I know he owes me nothing, maybe a hello or something though? That's just common decency, in my most humble opinion. I could only bare staying at the bar for about an hour and a half, and Davide hadn't showed up like he said he would, so I left. I had to push my way past Leon though on the way out.

Moral of the story? Don't ask for my number if you don't plan on calling.

Lesson to me: Don't hook up with regulars at your favorite bar.