Oh Jeeeze. I should have stayed in last night. After a perfectly wonderful dinner with family, I should have walked into my apartment and stayed there. Of course, I didn't. I know the guy who runs the bar across the street. We'll call him Chester. Chester has a thing for brunettes. Especially those who are not his girlfriend. I have a thing for skinny hipster guys. He's an awkward, skinny hipster guy, so I let him forget about his brunette girl at home... I know, Karma is going to kick my ass again. There's probably some kind of psycho-analysis that could be done about this situation. Blah blah blah, maybe I'm working out some stuff from the last skinny hipster guy and the girl who took him away by messing around with Chester? It really doesn't matter why, but it happens. The last time it happened, I vowed never to go back to that bar. Last night, I thought I was over it, so I let my guard down and walked my trampy ass across the street...

Bad idea. After some champagne and tequila, my devilish side comes out. I let him forget about his girlfriend again JUST for a moment, outside in the snow. I think Chester loves forgetting about her, so much so that not more than 15 seconds after the snow situation, he was all over a different brunette. A mousey server who works for him. The champagne and tequila side of me did NOT like this situation. And I especially did not like the kiss that I'm pretty sure I saw a few minutes later. Chester is shameless for any girl with brown hair. I don't like it when people fuck with me, and I really HATE it when they fuck with me right in front of my face.

My fling with Chester is done. It should have been done before it even started, but like I said, champagne and tequila...