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of nice. Waiting tables helps me to flirt with the

girls and allows me more time to choose my next

‘special friend’ better and avoid mistakes like the

one I made the other night.

I stay a few minutes with a group of girls with

no guys, who are a bit tipsy but not yet drunk. I

note the table number mentally to assure myself

that they all know how to get home at the end of

the night without driving. I always do. I want our

clients to drink, of course, that’s how we make our

money, but I don’t want anybody getting killed

after they leave our place and I especially don’t

want them to kill anyone else.

I take their empty glasses and go to the counter

to fill them with another round, when out of the

corner of my eye I see something I don’t like.

Erin is outside in the cold without a jacket and

she’s talking very animatedly with her adorable

asshole boyfriend.

I shake my head and go back to the counter

where I set down the serving tray. I turn to look

and see that the conversation has grown more

animated to the point that he’s grabbed her by the

arm.

I have a mother, two sisters and one half-sister. I

have fun with girls, it’s true, but only the

consenting ones and those who are just as crazy as

I am. Women are the cornerstone of life, the motor

that makes the world turn—and even if I don’t

want to love any one of them, it doesn’t mean that