April 5th in Posso's Prompts

“I think that being happy makes the biggest impact on your physical appearance.” - Drew Barrymore

I had this memory pop in my head last night while I was tending bar and getting hit on by women missing full sets of dentures.

Heather and I once went to Miami for her job training. She was a hostess for a club that catered to idiots with idiot money. I always respected her and a lot of the women that she worked with because they knew that it was safer for them to keep on a front for their profession but usually this meant that they had to flirt, innocently and overbearingly, to vile, corrupted dickheads that had no sense of respect for anyone but their money grubbing small dicks. One day, she had catered to a multi millionaire who had a yacht docked on the port.
“Come with me babe,” she said, “It’s going to be fun. You’ll get to be on the ocean and surrounded by other hot girls you can’t touch.”
Clearly, that sounded like a situation I didn’t need to be a part of. This guy, Ricky, was the absolute definition of trust fund baby bro - spent enough money on his body to buy pretty people to stare at him. My fat ass had no business being on this expensive boat with rich people, but yet, here I was. Drinking $400 a glass tumblers of whiskey and watching bikini laden women mingle with guys wearing $10,000 watches and thousand dollar designer board shorts. Getting over the self embarrassment of not coming close to fitting into this crowd, I drank myself into the liquid Gucci shades and swimsuit and started shooting the shit with these men and their escorts. I was getting along and, for those that know me, putting on the typical drunk Posso show complete with stupid one liners, raunchy puns and giggles and mumbles galore. Heather comes up and gives me a kiss on the lips, which to me was a surefire signal that there was drama afloat. Ricky walks up to us and with the tone of a condescending, rich arrogance says, “Baby, I don’t get what you see in him, he’s a slob. Look at him. He’s overweight, you let him use you for whatever, and he’s not even cute in a cute fat way.”
Heather stood up, got directly into Ricky’s face, and in a a low pitched startling growl unleashed

“It isn’t ever about the looks. This man is as compassionate and as kind as anyone you’ll ever find and anyone would be lucky to be with him and that is why he is mine and why I want him.”

Drunk, this didn’t seem like that big of a deal to me. Whoopee. She loves me since I’m that nice fat guy who cares. Let’s keep getting loaded on whiskey I’ll never buy.

“I know I don’t have my teeth in, but it isn’t about my looks. I’ll love you like no one else can.” said the random customer with no teeth.

Ummmm, no thank you, I’m currently not looking to date, I had a bad last relationship I’m still reeling from, I told this bar patron, as I thought about what Heather said to me.

Weird how that happens.