So yea... I'm not in love... thought I was, but things didn't really work out the way I hoped them to work out. I really need to make sure that before I start dating, the dudes meet some basic standards.
Tonight I met the man... the man I've always wanted to meet. He discribed himself as bi-polar, which he blamed most of his past interactions with servers for... but yea.... the asshole customer, who was willing to explain to me, why he was an asshole... I feel so enlightened :-) I even yelled at him, and told him he was crazy... plus he needs to stop using his bi-polar disorder as an excuse to be an ass. But yea, at the end I told him, the next time I saw him in my restaurant, I would give him a big, heartfelt, genuine hug, and he better take it!!!
Alright, time for fucking bed... my throat is so fucking scratchy... :-( I wish I didn't have to work this fucker.
