Service with(out) a blow job.
I have given my number out to many a service person over the last six years. Actually, “given” tends to imply a request. I have left napkins with my phone number and a message to, “Call JJ,” for many a hospitality worker to discover.
Bartenders. Baristas. Waiters. Even a waitress.
No one has followed through, yet.
I suppose it is their job to be nice. To flirt. They’re working for a tip, not my tip.
Too bad – for them. I tend to leave 20% on the check. I always give a hundred in the bedroom.
Lately it seems like rejection is the name of the game. But you are part of my inspiration to keep hitting that as(s)phalt no matter how many times you fall down…
Humorous. I've always wanted to leave my number like that!