The night went well until when he introduced me to a friend of his who happened to be the singer of the band that night in the restaurant owned by an officemate. He said this is "my darling". And of course I try to just laugh it off and said something like . Don't say that he might believe you. But deep inside I was squirming. And he's also has haptic that makes me uncomfortable sitting beside him. Plus I Know some people in that restaurant and he also knows a lot of people in our city.
I mean I'm not a prude or malicious I have friends who are older but they are very respectful. They may have their naughty sides but they know I'm off limits because I'm their friend. But this guy was really hitting on me. I mean it's okay that he's old but he's married and with kids. I don't mind going out with older guys ( some of them are really hot and cultured and loaded) hello George Clooney . Even George Clooney married someone matured and relevant when he used to date models and it girls.
So I was texting and calling my workmates to come already so I am not so alone with him in that very public restaurant. I kind of feeling self conscious because our place is a small city and I work in a very familiar office. My office mates have to finish the month end reports so they came really late.
And finally I wasn't alone with him and his friends To be fair, he's really giving and treats everyone. He pays for everything and invites us every chance he got. He gives lunch to bunch of people in the office.
He even gives us bottles of expensive whiskey and wine and he would usually reserve a bottle for me to take home. I mean money is not an object to him. When most of my officemate are unable to reach their monthly target on sales they would rely to him to buy our expensive digital connectors (but I don't really plan on becoming a sugar baby)
It's not ironic when I am wearing a shirt I am selling with the word; self made emblazoned ( labels and text are all the Rage nowadays) because I want to promote independence and self sufficiency... because as the word of Ronda Rousey we are not DNB ( do nothing bitches s).
No comments:
Post a Comment