Friday Fun:
Happy National Bartender Day!
Men behind bars!
My kind of fun.
Shaken not stirred? I am happy to serve it up any way you like!
Who hasn't sat, butt on stool, and stared into the eyes of the hunk behind the bar? Yes, those men deserve every tip they're given, for inspiring all those late night, lustful fantasies.
Have you ever had the pleasure of escorting one of them home?
I did.
Once.
His name was Rob. He used to flirt with me at the bar that was the theatre hangout. It was all sheepish smiles and sideways glances. Then, one night, he dropped the bomb, right in my lap. I took it and ran all the way to his place with it.
Well, it was only one night and not the romance hoped. He was dark, tall and handsome. And, since this was before I'd come out of the closet, he remains one of my most treasured memories.
So, hats off to all the bartenders like Rob, who sure know how to make a night live forever.
Have a story of your own? Leave it in the comments section.
And if not? Honey! Find yourself a bar stool and dazzle 'em with those pearly whites!
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Wishing you all a fabulous weekend.
Kizzes for all!
Enjoy!
-uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
Bartender - Lady A
Bartender - James Blunt
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8 comments:
As Tallula Bankhead would say-"Ill take another."
I have been tingled with several bartenders under the sheets. I blame the way they arranged my garnish.
Nice posting of HOT Men
Oh, absolutely.
I think that one of the job requirements to be a bartender is to be hot and another is to be charming. I am one of those people who make good friends with bartenders because I don't drink, but I tip. I end up getting literally free virgin Shirley Temples the whole night most of the times.
XOXO
1983, Brent Walker from The Connection in Phoenix, AZ. A treasured memory, to be sure. Imagine my surprise when I ran into him behind the bar at The Midnight Sun in San Francisco several years later after I'd relocated there.
Whatta lotta fun!
I'll drink to them!
I was in Chicago, visiting friends twenty-five years ago -- when I was still a 'catch' and not grey and wrinkled haha. It was a leather bar, the name of which I have long since forgotten. He was tending and I think I went to get some beer for all of us. Nothing happened, I bought the beer. I DID notice him at the time. Not tall, my height, but what a cute Otter he was! Super furry chest and a twinkle in his eye. I bought the beer and that was it. No small talk, just a transaction. Maybe my eyes betrayed me. Hours later as the place was closing up and the lights glaringly came on, we were about to leave. All of a sudden he came up to me and introduced himself. I was taken by surprise. You want me?? He wasn't insistent, but I could see desire in his eyes. I placed my right hand on his very hairy left pectoral, pinched his nipple, kissed his cheek, and turned to go. I left with my friends, I was in a city I didn't know, and I felt if separated I would be lost, literally. I'm sure he did this, did as he pleased that is, all the time, had the pick of whomever he wanted. Regardless, he was quite fine!
Love Colby Keller!
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