The Morning After Mardi Gras or Hey Can I Flirt With Your Date??

Okay, so I had to peddle jello shots last night, so I dressed in my best sales gear i.e. tight pair of dark low rise jeans, micro briefs, a kinda meshy t-shirt in olive green (to make my eyes really dazzle potential customers), and the ole Gucci belt. The shirt was so tight that I didn't breathe for most of the night for fear that my stomach would pooch out a bit. Needless to say, sold all the shots...

Flirted with a Daddy Bear type shamelessly, so much so that his dart teammates told him that he needed to be good because he is in a relationship. We gave each other a big hug after the games. "I could smell the roadhouse whiskey on his breath...and I liked it.......I liked it." (Carrie reference)

Anyway, flirted with another really cute guy. Too bad he was on a date with an acquaintance of mine---Whooooooops...my bad.

Then, 23 stumbles into the bar...and 46 (my ex) showed up...HELLO awkward!!! 23 looked me up and down and whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow. My place. 8 o'clock. Your donkey (okay he used the other word) is mine." Schaaawing (bringing it back...Party on) Woof! 23 has some cajones on him. I smiled, lifted my tray, looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Maybe." Then I turned and walked away, looking back, and catching him checking out my posterior (had to use that word).

So I stumble home..after 46 buys me a cocktail (Stoli Blueberry Rocks----that's how I roll). Don't think I finished it.

Made a couple of tuna sandwhiches (no idea at what time. Do know that I only ate half of one and put the rest in the fridge). Then I had to put the chili on for tonights dinner....mmmm chili....lots of cheese....mmmm. I love slow cookers.

So that was my night in a nutshell.

46 left a message to go out to dinner or hang out sometime. Just texted him back. Really not in the mood to talk to anyone today. Really crusty around the edges.

Didn't even flirt with cute HP guy today. Sad thing is that I don't think that I'm up for a session with 23 tonight....way too hungover.

OOOhhh...my future ex husband that works at Charlie's was all dolled up in Fat Tuesday attire. Flirted with me and wanted me to go over to Chuck's with him, but I definitely needed to get home. Hope to see him soon...such a little hottie.

Hope y'all had a great Mardi Gras!

P.S. Remember to flirt responsibly...(yeah right).

Best Wishes and Kisses,

DM