No More

I decided not to bartend on the weekends any more except when my hubby really needs me.

Last Friday she needed me.

And of course, I got hit on.

While this was all happening, I felt awkward, guilty, uncomfortable and even bad.

I felt awkward because it has been so long since I’ve been put in that situation that I didn’t know how to handle without being quirky.

I felt guilty because I only have eyes for Bear and I didn’t like the situation I was in. I would never want to put myself in a place where I wouldn’t want Bear in.

I felt uncomfortable because I didn’t enjoy getting hit on.

I felt bad because I had to reject him.

In the previous years of bartending, I loved getting the ego boost with or without a boyfriend.

I thought it was harmless as long as I didn’t cross the line.

Now I’m disgusted by it. I don’t want to be around guys that are going to be drunk and hit on me constantly.

I think it’s a combination of both my maturity and my commitment to Bear.

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