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I walked into the bar after she had taken my floppy hat the night before. She's a 6'2" Russian that doesn't seem all that bright. She's as sweet as could be and has a nice spirit about her. A spirit that can be seen from the outside as not existing inside but wanting to.
The night before she bit my lip really hard when we kissed. It was her way of letting me know something was hotter than kissing in an alley at 2 am. She had a tongue ring. She grabbed my ass. I was standing on the curb and looking her in the eye.
And yes last night I went back less than 24 hours later to retrieve a quite expensive hat that she aptly forget in hopes that I would ask to receive 'it' before the end of the night. Alas I did not. I went home. I told her a lie about how I was going to Whales for 10 days and that I couldn't see her. I don't want to see her. I don't find her attractive. I don't find her interesting. I find her to be female.
I walked out of the bar at midnight knowing soon I would have to catch a plane back to somewhere I didn't want to go. She ran from behind the bar, quite athletically, to catch up to me. She threw me up against the wall with ease, kissed me, bit my lip, and asked me not to leave. I was not amused.
