After Bar Girl
It’s 3 am on a Friday Night. Do you know where your self-esteem is? Wow, you do? I don’t, I mean I guess it would be with me if I had a whole lot. It was a joke.
It’s how I cope with my never-ending quest for love and acceptance, or at least that’s what the call-in radio shrink said about women who constantly accept after bar calls.
Of course, I noticed that she didn’t mention anything about the men who make those calls. She didn’t chastise them for the way they treat me. She didn’t condemn him for not acknowledging me during daylight hours.
Look, I know I don’t have to answer his calls, but he sounds so despondent when I turn him down. I mean, it’s not all about sex; sometimes he comes over just to sleep next to me. He says that he likes a warm body lying next to him.
In the morning, I fix him a thermos of coffee. He likes it black, and then he usually grabs a bagel from my fridge and rushes out the door. He’s a busy guy, so I don’t get too offended that he's never stopped to chat with me in the morning.
Besides, he doesn’t want to talk to me. He just wants his needs met and I can do it. I haven’t gone out of town in about 10 months, because he hates it when he can’t get ahold of me.
So, I stick close to home. My birthday is coming up and I'm hoping he'll take me some place nice. My sister says that I’ll be lucky if he takes me to the drive thru at Taco World.
She’s not quite the optimist that I am.