It’s springtime. It’s Saturday night. I’m drunk. I’m at Carol’s.
I apparently had made friends with an obese Latina that had matching boob tats of something in Spanish. She was wearing stretch pants and an oversized T-shirt. She was just my style.
I noticed an attractive-looking ginger across the bar. He had a beard. I go through phases with guys. Currently, I am really into guys who wear glasses. I was previously big on beards. I also went through a brief stint of dating gingers. This guy was a redhead AND had a beard.
Yes, please, thank you!
So apparently after...