dirtcointreau

I had my chance, my 44 years old man... he was absolutley perfect. Fantastic, handsome and sooo great. He is all I ever wanted, I thought. I have given up on him now, the reasons are many. TOO many! And I now realize, how good it feels, how perfect you think everything are... it will always break. Even thou we was ages apart, worlds apart... I thought this was right. He was old, handsome and mature... Everything that I looked for in a man. And I was wrong. So wrong.

I've changed. I have. And it's to the better, for real. If perfection is for real, I think this is perfect. But well, as usual I'll jinx it. Will this last? Will this be for a while? Or will I walk? Will he leave me? As so many times before, the old Dirt has fallen. I am an old hag. I like booze. Alcohol that never leaves my body. I am Dirty.

And this is so hard for me... I never thought a bartender could fall in love. Not this hard. And I am like... a child again. Everytime I think of his smile, I feel good. But is this a phase? Just another phase? Will this all go away in about a couple of months? Will I return to the bar again, as a champ or as a loser? Well, y'all know me, at least I am always a winner. But who can judge me? God?

Well, I am a Dirty old girl. Too tired to be awake. Soon time to do some dirty hours in the bar. Some really dirty hours... haha. What am I supposed to do?

Will love be a bartenders death, my death? Or will they forgive me, understand me and take me back? I am as I told you old now, dirty as hell and fucking amazing...

Well, let's see who's the boss of tomorrow. I AM! - WINNER

Over and out

-Dirt, your perfect stranger.