This Friday I was working at the bar watching the intense Bulls/Celtics game 6 when I had an akward moment. As I was watching Ben Gordon hit another clutch 3, out of the corner of my eye i saw...something very pretty aprroaching my direction.
Now let me pause right there and tell you why I use the word pretty. To me, Beautiful completes the person with its personality after the looks have already been established. continue...
Now why was it, that as soon as she sat down and stared me down, i wanted nothing to do with her. This "lady" was everything but at the same time was nothing. Atleast thats what I felt. I take her drink order with the least ammount of eye contact possible and proceed to completing her order. I saw something scary, but at the same time lovely... I knew all it took was my usual bartender flirting skills to get somewhere, but more than anything, i was scared. I was scared to fall in love again, because I know wifey material when I see it. So my boi E tells me that "she" wants me to drop off her tab, and I insist he do it. When I print out the check for him every guest has a name, I labeled her tab by the name of "Karma". So I had my boi E give Karma her tab. Why Karma? Im fullllly convinced it was her Karma. lol
P.S. Karma stay your ass home
P.S.S I knew i should have not gotten a fresh cut on a Friday night
P.S.S.S Maybe one day it'll all make sense, N maybe ill give Karma a chance
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