November 14th... No holiday, no major sporting event.. absolutely nothing, just a regular day. But, it is a day I will never ever forget. Even though this was just a normal day on the job the bar was particularly rough, some guys were chugging beers in the corner making dumb jokes and bragging about the amount of chicks they had banged. These are the neanderthals that give my gender a bad name, the guys just looking for sex, quick to harass the pretty girl in the room and failing to make any intellectual and emotional connection with anyone. It's quite tragic. As I was listening to these morons in the midst of drunk conversation and slurred sentences my listening was interrupted by the most abrasive yet, angelic voice I had ever heard.
"Can I get two Jim Beam's neat please?"
I looked over and it was like the movies. I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on sitting in one of my barstools. It was like time was frozen for a second and her hair was blowing in the wind. The moment was picture perfect... well until I realized I was gawking at her and she gave me the "You are a creep" look. I went back to my job to cover up my awkwardness.
"Coming right up ma'am"
Her drink choice confused me yet, turned me on. I've never met a woman brave enough to try whiskey, let alone having it neat. It takes a lot of well, balls, for lack of a better term to order a whiskey neat as a woman and that confidence that she displayed in ordering that drink was so damn sexy. I set her drink down in front of her and she nodded at me in gratitude and as she made eye contact with me my heart melted, her piercing green eyes were like a gateway into her tragically beautiful soul, and the way her dark brown hair fell just perfectly, I knew there was something so special about her. To break my image of this heaven-sent woman, one of the drunk jerk-offs stumbled up to the bar to hit on her... Figures. So, I took it as a cue to eavesdrop on their conversation and pretend I was working.
"So, sexy lady.. I'm Trevor, which you should already know. I was wondering if we were going to hook up at your place or my place?"
She replied, "I'm sorry Trevor I don't think there will be any hooking up tonight."
Trevor immediately looked down with his blue eyes his false sense of intoxicated confidence only faltering for a second and he noticed the woman's drinks.
"Is that whiskey?? You know that is a man's drink? Maybe we could get this bartender to water it down for you."
She whipped around towards him and snappily replied, "Listen, Trevor I didn't realize that whiskey was a testosterone substitute, I don't believe it says anywhere that I have to have a penis to drink it. The reason I ordered it neat is because I like to enjoy a fine liquor and I don't want any of that watered down diluted crap. It ruins the taste of this liquid gold. So if you could please leave me alone. That would be greatly appreciated.
I couldn't help but grin a little bit. She was feisty and it was funny. I liked it. In the corner of my eye I noticed Trevor getting mad.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU ARE TURNING ME DOWN?!?! NO ONE TURNS DOWN TREVOR JONES!! I AM BASICALLY A G! DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"
I saw him grab her arm violently and I sprung into action landing a left hook right in the guys jaw and I started beating the crap out of him. His buddies then rushed over and started pulling me off and beating me but, luckily the cops next door handled the situation before I got beat up too bad and they took statements from everyone involved and let us off with warning. As I sat icing my lip, I stared at the angel woman from across the room talking to the police and noticed she even looked beautiful when she was frazzled giving a statement. After the police left she walked up to the bar and asked,
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Go ape shit on that guy!"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm just protective over my good customers, he was getting out of hand."
She glared at me and snapped back, "I can take care of myself!"
"I know you can, I just wanted to help."
"Next time, don't help." She started to grab her things and walk out of the bar and then I piped up.
"Wait, can I at least get your name so I know who not to help next time?"
"It's Jessica." She smiled and walked out of my bar. From that day forward, I knew she was the girl that was going to get me in a lot of trouble.
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The Girl Who Likes it Neat
RomanceJake was a L.A. born guy who owned a bar and was an aspiring singer/songwriter. Jessica moved to L.A. to get her own music career off the ground as well. The two met by faith due to the interesting drink choice of Jessica on the first night she step...
