This one was for a guy in his early twenties. Yes, barely legal. And also adorable. So he picked Twin Peaks for his birthday dinner. Of course. Where else would a guy want to go than a place that packs customers in because of waitress tits and ass? But alas, the restaurant said they couldn't handle such a large party, so we were spared and sushi was the substitute. This single girl was happy.
But we weren't spared from breasts. We got man breasts instead, and mainly Birthday Boys'. I don't understand the infatuation men have for other men's nipples. It's like the balloon popping. I just don't get it. The infatuation started during dinner then continued at the bar across the road. I could be wrong, but Birthday Boy doesn't look like he's having much fun at this moment, but it didn't stop.
While this man breast infatuation was going on, one guy was infatuated with me. Well, infatuated when he saw my car and my smile. But later it was my body. And he was particularly proud of himself for the tight relationship he has with his baby mama.
"Let me take you home and wine you and dine you," he said.
"No, thank you. That wouldn't be such a good idea," I said.
Wow. I was happy to have my friend close by in case things got weird.
Over the last few months, I've been a part of many birthday celebrations. They're all very similar whether it's a girl or guy turning early twenties to mid thirties. There are lots of people and shots and more shots. Sometimes the locale changes but there are always shots. This one was the first where the bar management escorted Birthday Boy out. Guess he had celebrated enough.
Birthdays are fun, so I hope you celebrate in a way that makes you happy - with our without shots, balloons or nipples.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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