hittin on the bartender. ashlee's the bartender??

yeeeaaa i had to help out these three guys at the bar this afternoon. at first i was annoyed that i was bein asked to make 'em drinks when i clearly know nothing when it comes to alcohol, but i was honest with them and they were chill. they all got the same drink to make it easy on me and told me how to make it. they even helped me find the hennessy haha.

i guess they thought i was cute cause they hit on me the entire time. well, it was really only one in particular. he kept going on about how he was going to tip me well, and after a while that's all i was lookin forward to: seein if he would really make it rain or be a dick and back out. so i was nice and flirted back.

night goes on and the guy asks me if i have a twitter. i laughed cause i never go on that shit, but told him yea. so he says he's gonna follow me...alrighty.

finally they leave. guy doesn't press for my number or anything like most guys do. he just said he was gonna follow me on twitter, and then he said bye and peaced out.

end result: they made it rain, yay! i made good money tonight.

i'm home now and just logged onto twitter. turns out the dude did sign up to follow me! i went to check out his page and scrolled down through all of his tweets to around the time where he would have been at aladins with me.

"@baybag makes the best drinks . She could be wifey *_*"

:3 awww i'm all flattered and shit.