Swedish, Fish and a Hot Artist/Waiter

"Want a shot?" is one question I should never answer affirmatively. After a couple SoCo shots and other drinks, I found myself talking to this cute Swedish guy with a purse for a mouth. At first, I was mostly talking to his girlfriends, but then the shots kicked in and I was rampantly flirting with this dude (I use the term "dude" loosely, he would probably rather be referred to as "GRRL!" *imagine sassy black woman*). Wingman Jeff left assuming I would be putting together an Ikea sex puzzle that night.

Thank god, a hot swarthy Albanian guy walked in to distract me. Tom was wearing an unassuming white v-neck undershirt and jeans. He was standing near me, so (thank you SoCo courage) I pushed him onto the stool next to me. We had a couple hours of dazzling and deep conversation before I took Tom home so he could show me his art. Really, his art on his website. It was great (read: commercially viable) stuff. He did the spend the night, but we kept all our clothes on.