Dear diary,
I went to this bar the other night seeing this total bad-ass guy on the corner. I guess he was "checking me out" but you know that feeling when you don't want to look but its in the corner of your eye? Yeah that was the feeling. So he came over to my table taking a set right in front of me. I wasnt scared, but I knew he was trouble.
He introduced himself "Names Blake Reft". I guess he had some beer because I could smell it but he caught me. More like "Love on first sight". Blake then asked my name and I said "Taylor". I didnt give my last name because well, you get it. I had 2 shots and some other person I guess vodka.
We did some small chat and discorved something he was a guitarist ,kind of a punk and knows how to paint. I was in love with the hipster attitude he had, he was way different then my last boyfriends. I wasn't really good in relationships but i guess they were the wrong guys.
Its getting late and he just got home from getting some cash. I'll just tell you more tomorrow.
Love always, T
