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I’m drinking a martini
communing with my phone.
I’m in a bad mood
and clearly, I want to be alone.

Peter (my bf) and I came to this fine restaurant on purpose
- when I’m surly, I seek luxury

The deep warm hues of mahogany,
the chandelier facets of Baccarat glassware, 
- that turn a martini into a galaxy of glitter -
the whispered, opulent luster of Christofle silver, 
and the high-reflective white of 100% Irish linen
sooth me - we’re here about every 28 days.

The cocktail and the atmosphere are starting to work.
Martinis are high gravity and I’m starting to feel the spin.
You can't drown demons with alcohol, they can swim,
but you CAN seek a little anosognosia.

A stock, 30-ish man, thick wavy hair, open collar
and a suit stuffed with overconfidence 
is suddenly at my table, lavishing me with 
questionable, over-reaching compliments.

Do I appear wanting of some calculated, 
and algorithmic pickup line?

Am I just available for anybody?
I respect the hustle, 
but my patience is at absolute zero
I can’t just give him an eye roll
I have to say something.

I want to say, “stop [you know] bothering me.”
but I pour on the impulse control.

“I have a boyfriend,” I say,
it’s the simplest sentence I can spare
and after a moment, it works and he leaves.

Seconds later Peter returns
he’d stepped outside for a phone call. 
“How YOU DOin’?” he asked in a fake accent.
I shrug, he knows my climate. 
I don’t have to pretend anything with Peter.

“Where are we on the menu?” He tacks.

I answer in the non-sequitur, 
“I miss Yale’s creole fish sandwiches. 
- I was mad about them.”

Peter updoged, “Apple spice ring cakes.” 
(a seasonal Yale dining hall favorite)
and we say ‘mmmmm’ in unison.
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Songs for this:
A Change Will Do You Good by Sheryl Crow
WAP (Lounge Version) by Richard Cheese [E] [E] [E]
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About the song WAP (above) - If you listen to RAP music, 
you know the lyrics are explicit (direct and funny) trash.
WAP takes typical rap lyrics and puts them in lounge singer 
format - where they stand out hilariously.
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Parker Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 6:37 PM
Hormones....license to kill. So James Bond didn't have a chance against the Pete-meister. Well done, Sprite!
Vionet Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 8:28 PM
*whispering* James Bond drinks weak martinis (shaking melts the ice in the martini - when you stir a martini you take the ice out) - he's NOT the man for me. =]
Conn Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 10:59 AM
There’s only 2 kinds of people, Irish people and people who want to be Irish. =]
Vionet Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 1:47 PM
I wish i were Irish! I LOVE the accents.
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