Tongue Tied

After years of working in a busy lounge as a server, one becomes quite good at talking to people. Men are 80% of our clientele, I have gotten quite good at chatting up the men I am serving. Sometimes I feel as though my work personality is an alter-ego, this funny, flirty, sharp woman who can come up with witty one-liners and a comeback for almost anything. All of this goes out the window, of course, when I am serving a man that I find myself attracted to, even if I have no intentions of picking him up or hitting on him at all, I can barely say anything that makes sense, let alone anything clever. Working in a bar could actually be a great place to meet men... if only I could talk to them! I become this blubblering, non-sensical fool, and I always walk away from the table shaking my head and asking myself "wHaT did you just say?!". I once found myself in a conversation with a man about drunken-vomiting stories, a subject that is neither interesting or appealing, nor does it give me a chance to make any smart remarks, and not to mention is gross, but I kept blah-blah-blahing and just sounding like the biggest idiot!

This past weekend, at work, I ran into an old crush who was in town on business. He was trying to get me to serve his table, I declined and let another girl serve him and his colleagues instead. They would have been an awesome table: all suits, from out of town, already half-cut from their dinner, paying on a corporate card, pretty ideal. I would also get to spend more time with him if I was serving his table, I knew that if I served them, that I would not be putting my best foot forward, as he is dashingly handsome and I knew I had to keep my distance if I was going to stand a chance of making a good impression! He seemed disappointed that I wasn't, if only he knew it was for his own good!!

If only I could have one of these while I was working, maybe I could be funny and witty with the hotties:

Liquid Courage

-1oz tequila

-lime wedge (optional)