“I have a proposition for you” she says
The bartender is leaning over the bar, staring at me, waiting for a response.
She is a cute petite hipster girl with short black hair, a nose piercing and a witty sense of humor. Oh, and she’s a lesbian too. This is Bartender Jaimie.
“Alright, what do you have in mind”
“I have two double shot glasses behind the bar, one with your name on it, and you can have anything you want in it, what do you think?” she asks
“Hmm, you drive a hard bargain, but ok,” I say, “how ’bout a black sambuca… chilled?”
“Uggghhhh gag… I’d rather suck a hundred cocks than drink that shit” she says in disgust
“Ha, well personally, I think I’ll stick with the shot”
As Bartender Jaimie begins whipping up some drinks, I turn my head to the left and notice an attractive slender red head. She has tattoos running down her arms, a pale white face and a devious smile. She looks like she could pose for the suicide girls. In fact, there are a number of hipster girls in the pub tonight, many of them very bangable.
This happens every Monday night when Bartender Jaimie is working. All the hot lesbian hipster girls come out to play. Yet here I am, a straight pick-up artist dressed in what I like to call “lumberjack sexual” and totally out of my league. Shit, I’m not even playing the same game. It’s complete torture!
Part of me wants to believe that deep down inside, at least some of these girls are bisexual. I’ve already had some success in attracting straight hipster girls, so I don’t see why I couldn’t step things up a notch and try to seduce some lesbians. I mean really, is that too much to ask?
“Here’s your fucking swill water” Jaimie says as she slides the shot over
We toast. I suck down my double Sambuca. She sucks down a double Jameson. It’s hardcore.
“So, we should hit up the strippers sometime… what’d ya think?” she says in a casual tone
Damn, I love hipster girls.