Sierra Thompson

When You Meet A Guy At A Bar

When you meet the love of your life at a bar in Chelsea at 2 am on a Friday night, refuse the drink he’ll offer you. And refuse it again the second time he asks, or he’ll ask you about your day. You’ll want to tell him that your dog got put down. Don’t tell him that. If you do, he’ll tell you that he has a dog that he loves very much (you invited the vampire in, didn’t you?). He’ll tell you his name is Hubert. You’ll laugh because whose name is Hubert? The dog? He clears this up for you. The dog is Hubert. He’ll show you a picture.