“Mr.Too Good To Be…”
So I’m a bartender at this little hole in the wall spot in Queens Thursday to Sunday. I meet cool guys and creepy guys weekly. The creepy guys are the ones that tip the best. I got lucky one night and met a good tipper that was super fine. If he would’ve told me he was Idris Elba cousin I would’ve believed him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He had a nice smile, well groomed, and was wearing a sexy business suit. I love a man in a nice suit and tie. I looked on his hand for a wedding ring immediately. The only ring he had on was on his pinky. The ring had enough diamond karats to make Bugs Bunny try to bite his finger off. So I knew he was fine and had money. He kept buying two drinks at time and kept paying with 100 dollar bills. The two drinks were 34 dollars combined. He kept letting me keep the 66 dollars as the tip. The only thing he was saying to me besides his order was “Thank You Beautiful” with a little smirk. I was ready to hop over the bar and tongue him down. Nah I would never do that but you get my point. At the end of the night he asked for my number and gave me his name Robert. I thought about for 0.3 seconds before giving it to him. He called the next day and we talked on the phone for 3 hours. He told that he was 39 years old with no kids and a complicated love life. I told him I was 24 years old with no kids and a complicated love life. Robert also told me he owns 8 cars and 3 boats including a Yacht.