Aren’t Interested In Women

“One more bottle,” he ordered.

“Sir, you drank six glasses already. Will you be able to make it back to your room today? You should not he drinking this much. The hotel staffs are busy. They won't be able to escort you back.”

“Shut the fuck up and give me another glass.”

The bartender shook his head as he was unable to do anything and he went to do his bidding.

“Handsome. Do you want to dance?”

Goodness, not another lady, he rolled his eye. Why are they all looking for someone to dance with and not wait for the men to approach him or do they see him as someone who's week and shy and cannot talk to a lady that he wants?

They should stop being cheap and step up their game.”

“No.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Don't be shy. Your wife isn't going to find out okay? It's not like any of us would tell her. Strand up baby, I'll give you a good night rest if you do.”

“I said I'm not interested.”

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