Me: Tall, blonde mullet, wearing my queer kickball shirt (that you asked about).
You: Jaw dropping bartender at Eagle that makes a delightful salty dog. When I first saw you, you had a shirt on, but then you didn't. We talked about our dogs and how they're similar breeds (mine's a german shepherd husky).
You said you were off at 1 and asked if I would be there then. I should've said "Should I be?". I couldn't tell if you were flirting so I didn't take the hint if there was one. I've been thinking about your eyes and what I should've said instead all day.
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