of nice. Waiting tables helps me to flirt with the
girls and allows me more time to choose my next
‘special friend’ better and avoid mistakes like the
one I made the other night.
I stay a few minutes with a group of girls with
no guys, who are a bit tipsy but not yet drunk. I
note the table number mentally to assure myself
that they all know how to get home at the end of
the night without driving. I always do. I want our
clients to drink, of course, that’s how we make our
money, but I don’t want anybody getting killed
after they leave our place and I especially don’t
want them to kill anyone else.
I take their empty glasses and go to the counter
to fill them with another round, when out of the
corner of my eye I see something I don’t like.
Erin is outside in the cold without a jacket and
she’s talking very animatedly with her adorable
asshole boyfriend.
I shake my head and go back to the counter
where I set down the serving tray. I turn to look
and see that the conversation has grown more
animated to the point that he’s grabbed her by the
arm.
I have a mother, two sisters and one half-sister. I
have fun with girls, it’s true, but only the
consenting ones and those who are just as crazy as
I am. Women are the cornerstone of life, the motor
that makes the world turn—and even if I don’t
want to love any one of them, it doesn’t mean that
