London is a place where people go to fulfil some needs. It can be shopping or partying, but you just don’t go to the capital of England without any good reason. Mary, a really good friend of mine, had decided to go there in order to clear her head after her recent very painful break-up. She had planned to travel there with her very best friend Charlie. Both of them were two very attractive young ladies. Charlie was blond with a teeny tiny body, Mary her was a tall brunette with very big blue eyes, physically they kind of completed each other. They knew since elementary school and had already been to vacations together but this trip would be different, they knew it.
Mary and Charlie were sitting at Dirty Martini having a drink. Exhausted from their shopping day, they went there to relax and enjoy their last night in London. The bar was so packed that they decided to sit at the bar. Usually, in France, only guys sit there but that was London so this rule probably didn’t apply there. “This one is on the House, Enjoy girls!” said the bartender. Mary was surprised, not because someone was offering her a drink but because no one had tried to hit on her in years. Charlie grabbed her martini, gave “the nasty look” to the cute bartender and chugged it all at once. Mary said “Someone’s horny!” Charlie did not even hear her friend, too busy looking at her new prey. “Cha, if you keep staring at him like that, he is going to rape you for sure!” Charlie did not move a bit and blurted out “I hope so!”
Later that night Mary found herself on the roof of the bar with her best friend and the two really handsome bartenders. She hadn’t had that much fun in so long. That night, she almost forgot about her ex-boyfriend, until the Abercrombie looking guy started kissing her. She wishes she could have been like her friend careless and reckless but deep inside she knew she was still in love. As Charlie and Grant were heading to Grant’s apartment, Mary decided to go back to her hotel room… alone. She knew she totally could have get laid that night, she just didn’t feel like it.
As Mary was telling me more about the end of her trip, I started wondering. When is the right time to move on? How can you even be sure that breaking up is the right thing to do when you still have strong feeling for someone? When do you know that enough is enough?
The night she came home from her trip, Mary felt so good about herself for not acting like a whore; she decided that the next man she will have sex with would really mean something to her. Even though she made that promise, it didn’t stop her from dreaming about what could have happened with the hot ass bartender.
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