The bar Archives - My Dissolute Life

Anticipation, frustration

Sometimes I manage to convince myself I’m being rejected, even when I’m getting what I want.

The woman next to me at the bar.

We make eye contact. Quizzical, her eyebrows rise. Who are these people?

A gorgeous, inscrutable server….

I sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I[…]

What am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….

I sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently[…]

A beautiful, open, flirty bartender confesses to me that she’s never tasted her own – or any – pussy. I’m floored.

She oozes sex….

A long evening with a complaint from the neighbors, and police intervention.