so tonight i worked for this girl ana at work because supposedly she had to go out of town and needed to finish up some stuff for her recent divorce. well one of the other host tonight was talking about how she didn't know if she was going to go meet up with ana and them. well after a little of discussion i found out that she was out partying with some friends. this not only frustrated me because i had done this girl a favor but she also had me pick up about three other shifts for her after tonight and about 4 recently prior to this evening. i wouldn't have minded had i know the truth or just been asked to work but when you give me a sob story and lie to me it really irritates me. so ugh. yeah.
anywho. tonight one of our regulars had come in. when i was leaving his slightly intoxicated self, his intoxicated friend who should not be served anymore and myself had a interesting conversation on multiple levels. although there were many different things that were said that have stuck out in my mind.
i have known this regular for about 2.5 years now. he's an interesting character. he is a multi-millionaire who does music, flowers, etc. he knows the industry. one of the first things he'll make sure you know about him is that he's black. please don't take that as anything it should not be. he's very well educated and has made a goal for himself and has achieved it and he wants the world to know he is from the 'stereotypical black family' and to look at him. he's no drug dealer or any of the sort. he's been a body guard for multiple celebrities, politicians, etc. he's just very well rounded in what he does.
he's 43. he'll come in right after shows and what not wearing his fedora or not with his suit on and looking all 'pimped out' as he would say then other days he'll come in with his fedora or cap with his 'disney tee' and jeans. smoking his black miles.
he is quite a gentleman. yet knows the words to make it all perfect far to well. he has 2 sons and a daughter. whom he loves more than anything else in this world. his mother is 79 and he calls her every day.
oh boy does he love to tell you stories. there are days where he'll be talking to me for over an hour. tonight it only went on for about 40 minutes.
he's sitting on the wooden bench facing the walkway next to the ash can with his leg crossed wearing his fedora, disney land tee with multiple spots of sweat that used to be covered by a pinstriped button down and his pinstriped slacks because he finished a show just prior to coming. he saw me about to leave and called me over to welcome me with a hug and to introduce me to his friend. (he's already tried to hook me up with one of his sons so i was a little nervous about being introduced). all went well though.
'emily, when you get a man who looks at you from here to here, because from here down that'll always be magnificent but from here to here that's when you know you've got them. when they actually listen.'
'emily, i want you to look at me and listen. i want you to listen very well. emily, you are quiet and you listen, a man will give you everything. when they know you are there for them they'll give you the world. that's all we are here for baby is to give you what you want. but we have got to know that you are here for us. not like all these girls that once you put it down it's all over and they leave you. you don't give them anything until they listen to you.'
after finding out i was colorblind all the questions came. as usual.
'you just made me want to take something. i don't even do drugs but i feel that i need to be tripped out and hopefully see the world in your eyes.'
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