Beer and a half later, my boss, my pimp tells me: Seems like it’s not gonna be just the two of us at the bar. I read what that message hides in between lines: is this an ambush?
No. promise. Some other times it has, and I’ve let you know. Not this time, I promise. I’m not your pimp. We both laugh at the same time. Yes you are! My boss, my pimp, and we know it. It’s been pretty helpful, but…? Yeah. Sorry, I left the office earlier today, was having a beer at the terrace and told Marcus I’d be there. He never replied back, but when he did I told him I was at the irish with you, so now they are coming.
A couple minutes later the boys show up: Marcus (who no longer works at our office) and two colleagues who I know. The air is full of discomfort, probably ‘cus I’m there. My presence is an interruption to a series of get together these men usually have at the bar, though we all know they are here because I’m here! 😉 Between beers my boss apologizes for the ambush. I knew it! That’s ok, I’m doing great!
Marcus limits his interactions with me, as he always does. Four and a half pints later, and who knows what my boss’ count is, he asks me: Do you mind if I leave? ‘Cus I really think I’ve had plenty. His question makes me laugh.Not at all, do as you wish. I’ll be leaving soon as well. He takes a naughtly looksat me and adds: maybe you don’t end up sleeping at your place. I look at him with disdain. Yeah, I think you’ve had enough alcohol, better go home. When we ask for the bill, Marcus interrupts calling the barman over to serve us some Jäegermeister shots. Oh god! No, I’m not having that, hate the taste. Not a problem, we can order something else for you. Or I could just go home 🙂 No, let’s all have a toast, what shall I order for you, Marcus asks directly at me.
Oh my God!! Shots on a wednesday night? God! I’ll have a tequila. One of his colleagues joins me on the ritual. As soon as the empty shots touch the bar, my boss and I go outside. I get my phone to order a Cabify and while I’m outside Marcus comes over. He’s holding a bag of beers which he holds up in the air and says: “Look what I have for us”.
I stare at him confused. He’s spent this whole night ignoring at me and now he pretends me to leave with him just ‘cus he’s the owner of a bag of beers? Fancy way of treating a princess. I get it that something similar happened last time, so I get it that he’s playing the same card, but that doesn’t mean I’ll play his game. Work for it dude! My boss, my pimp wasn’t really aware of all this, instead he was heading to his car to go home. I smile at him, my taxi is 3 mins away. Cancel it and come on over with me. Yeah, right, I cancel it and who pays for it? I do, I’ll pay for it, come over. No, thanks. Come on! Cancel it and come stay with me. The taxi arrives and stops behind his car. Listen, my friend will take and you can come with me, he insists with a smile. His friend agrees. Yeah right! I smile and jump in the cab. Both of them look at me bewildered. From the inside I wave them good bye.
I lean my back against the back seat of the cab. I smile. I feel like a champion. Leaving men anxious for more is probably one of the best sensations in the world, as long as they deserve it… as the case was. He’s handsome, no doubts with that, but he can’t ignore me all night and then try to “seduce” me with a bag of beers. I really hope this has served him as lesson to learn that he needs to work for it or it’s time for the next.