Last Night....

I thought heading for Angel versus 515 would be a great idea...not! Sure, it's a wonderful bar, classy setting, and white-collar men who think they're God. Yep, you guessed it. I picked up a winner last night. Brady Collins, an investment banker on Wall Street. A brutally handsome man, who KNOWS he is. We shared a few dances. No sparks. I kept thinking, what is wrong with you Chloe? This man has it ALL. All but class. I'm not some tart you take home and have your way with- he should be able to tell that by looking at me. On the same hand, it could be said I should've known he was scum by looking at him. Looks can be deceiving.

I broke free from him for a moment and headed straight for the bar. I needed a drink and a cigarette. Thank God, Angel is one of the few places left in New York where you can still smoke. I ordered a shot of Jack Daniels. I needed something hard, quick. I sat down beside of a petite woman who looked like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I told the bartender I'd pick up her tab. She gave me a half-hearted smile and thanked me. Her name was Alex, and she had a lot on her mind. A really bright woman, funny and caring. It was refreshing to talk to someone who just wanted to talk. We had a few drinks, talked, laughed, had a good evening. I was so glad to meet her- to get away from Brady. Around 1:00am, the girls had decided they'd had all the fun they could stand- Angel is not the place to pick up men. I was well, not in a good way. I paid for our drinks and left. I thanked Alex for lending a listening ear, and told her if she ever needed a good nurse, she knew where to find me.

Getting up this morning... that wasn't pretty.