I Was Just A Bartender. Then One Of My Regulars Began Posting Suggestive Photos Of Me Online.

the author bartending in NYC, 2008 Photo Courtesy Of Molly Wadzeck Kraus Eric, a balding, stout man in his 60s, wears sweater vests year-round, only ever orders water or soda and leaves $20 tips on the sticky bar top. At some point, one of my Thursday night regulars leans in and says, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo there,” pointing to my upper back between my shoulder blades. “You’re the one from Texas, right?” he continues, smirking as if he’s stumbled upon a juicy secret. “Oh, right, isn’t that creepy?” I shoot back, trying to brush it off. “We’ll keep it.” Do you have a compelling personal story you’d like to see published on HuffPost?