Meh, Pocket
This afternoon mildly last minute I was invited to a pool party. It was interesting, and I did not stay long. I don't feel comfortable in a swim suit, and even though I'm not large I feel very insecure in one. This was a spur of the moment last minute thing...... Okay so then I get to work, and it is dead. Of course I am the bartender that they send home.... Instead of coming home I head into Atlanta, to Outwrite.... Erg... So I get there this older creepy gentlemen introduces himself to me and asks my name. I just tell him, and walk away.... So I get to the couch and I start drinking my tea, and reading my book. Well he just keeps staring at me. I end up seeing a few people I have known kinda, and we get into a converstion. We head out onto the balcony and about 10:30 this gentlemen comes up and hands me this one dollar bill, under it is a note.... He walks over to Blake's, and I ask the guy I was with to read the note... It reads Hey, I can't help but think your reall...