Just had a breakdown at a gay bar.
Said goodbye to my friend, walked to my car and thought to myself, "well i havent drank in awhile...and its still early...maybe one last drink? Ill really try to savour it," went back in and ordered from this guy I THOUGHT was cute.
Took my drink to the patio, sat and tried to relax, suddenly ""cute"" bartender pops up and is like, "Cmere!!! Cmere!" He insists i follow him. My stupid brain makes me think we'll maybe exchange numbers or something....
He says, "im being spiteful," and takes me to the bar, refusing to answer when I ask what he means.
He points to someone across the bar, "go talk to them. " what do you mean? "She wants to talk to you!"
Me: Ok....what? Uh...? *walks over to a woman and two gay guys* hello...
Woman: hi, I just...youre so handsome and I wanted to say hi.
Me: oh, well thank you so much!...um...but...
Woman: oh...I asked the bartender and he said you were straight?
Me: oh im so sorry....he uh...he definitely knows im gay...*turns to bartender* what the hell?
NoLongerCuteBartender: im being spiteful.
Turns out her dad just passed away, and she came out with her best friend to get her mind off things. And she just lost a ton of weight and was just starting to feel confident too...
So. That bartender is just a fucking dick.
After talking with her for a bit and a few awkward side-hugs, I needed to excuse myself...
all the fucking stress of this terrible week came to a head and I started to burst out crying.
He was pranking her. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Why am I involved? I broke down in my car.
Lucky my boyfriend wasnt fully asleep yet and I was able to call him. I was spiraling so hearing his voice really helped.
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