Dating Disaster: The Bartender's Ex-Girlfriend Wants A Threesome

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Dating Disaster: The Bartender's Ex-Girlfriend Wants A Threesome
Never, ever date a bartender with a scary ex.

"Never date a bartender," everybody told me. They're friendly and fun, but so popular that they're completely spoiled. But I was on vacation. So, after the bar closed, I went home with the bartender, Rick. He lived in a quaint complex of tiny cottages overlooking the beach. Two loveseats and a coffee table almost filled his living room. I sat on a loveseat with my back to the window.

He got wine and sat close beside me. We lifted our glasses, and suddenly a screechy fingernails-on-the-blackboard sound came from outside. "What's that?" I said. 

 

"It's nothing, ignore it." He lifted his glass again and looked into my eyes. Dating Disaster: He Wasn't Gay And Thought It Was A Double Date

The startling noise came again, right behind me. Fingernails on glass. "Ricky. Ricky honey," A whiny voice came out of the night.

"Who's that?" I said, naturally.
"Just some girl. Forget about it. Drink your wine."
"It's two in the morning. What's she doing here?"
"Don't worry, she'll go away. She lives in the neighborhood." 

She started rattling the doorknob. "Ricky, pleeease," eminated from outside. It was scary. How strong was that door?

"Your girlfriend?" I asked.
"No. Well, we broke up."
"Oh. She lived here?"
"For a while. She's had some trouble, you know. She takes medication."

I peeked out the window; I couldn't help it. She was blond and boyishly cute. Her ankle had a Pink tattoo, maybe a cartoon snake. "Ricky, open this door!" She sounded angry now. Wonderful. Is she armed? I wondered how to sneak away. Ricky stood by the window, yelling at her. She banged on the door, yelling back.

"I'll get rid of her," he said. "Then we'll be alone."

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