I paid the taxi man and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I know I’ll regret leaving my car at work… but I couldn’t stand being next to Morgue. He is so worried about me. I can see how hurt he is and I just wish I could show him I’m okay.

The city lights danced on the windows of buildings and filled the air with a bright and happy glow. I looked at the bar in front of me and smiled to myself. I have been going here almost every night for almost ten months. This is the place I go to get a drink, flirt, and eventually find someone to take home. I opened the doors and let the scent of cigarettes, cheap vodka, and vomit fill my nostrils. I took a deep breath in and made my way to the bar.

“Two shots and a sexy guy to go?” John, the main bartender at Welche’s, knows me very well. He is such an awesome guy. He tells amazing jokes, is super hot, gives me free drinks on my birthday, and has never let me down or judged me. He always helps me come up with stories to impress the lads as well. Sometimes I’m a veteran, a firefighter, or even a doctor when I’m feeling fancy. He helps me come up with fake names and reasons why I can only have a one night stand. I’d marry the guy if he wasn’t straight… or maybe that’s another one of his creative aliases… the world may never know.

“Ha ha, very funny Jonny Boy!” I chuckled, slurping down my first shot of the night.

“So, who is the lucky guy tonight?” John asked, putting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands. I jokingly covered my eyes with my hand and chanted out an old kids rhyme, as if I were choosing a guy at random.

“Ennie, Mennie, Minney, Moe. Catch, a hot guy by his toe. If he hollers, let him go.” I uncovered my eyes and laughed with John for a few seconds. I kept giggling and twirling around on the bar stool until I met eyes with a handsome man across the bar. John quickly stopped giggling and looked at me.

“I see you have picked your poison.” John said, smiling to himself. I would have said something clever back to him… but I was transfixed. I found myself staring into the blue eyes of a handsome stranger. We locked eyes for what seemed like years.

Should I walk over to him?

No.

A guy like that wouldn’t hook up with a guy like me...

“Well. Aren't you going to talk to him?” John asked the same question I was stuck asking myself. Why was this boy different? Sure, he was super attractive, but I met guys all the time. Why was I frozen in place?

I just needed to walk up to him. Come on, he is just some guy at a bar. He is sitting alone, he looked at you, and he wants you. He just doesn't know it yet.

I quickly took the shot in front of me and walked up to him.

Him...

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