The story of the bartender who wouldn't keep his shirt on.

It was amusing as well as disturbing. I mean, on the one hand, Mr. Bartender was HOT! He looked like Jonathan Rhys Meyer, but you know, less "I'm a movie star" and more like, "I am the hot boy from next door."

On the other hand, he is a bartender. One looks at bartenders, one might even fancy a bartender, but one RARELY dates a bartender. Why. Well let's step back and look at our friendly bartender... You know how he always remembers your drink, and gives you that sexy wink, seems to look into your eyes and remember what you were talking about... yeah, he is doing that with every other girl (and sometimes boy) in the bar.

But I digress, this is a story about his shirt. The bartender was a nice enough guy, I suppose, but he had this weird penchant for lifting his shirt everytime I walked past him. I wonder if that is some bartender mating call... look be mezmerized by my abs, come to me, spend your money. Because if it was, it totally didn't work. I kept laughing at him, it just seemed so odd... like something a three year old would do.

It did impress the drag queen behind me though... so.