Advice of the Bartender

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After lasagna and a nice night with my boyfriend, I had a chat with my best friend. He spared me the details of his recent weekend getaway. All of his sentences began with 'I' instead of 'we'. I found that interesting. He'd mention her name, but it was in a sentence about telling her he had to call me.

I needed another voice in my head, so I went to the bar. The bartender girl spotted me right away.

"You're back! Still flying solo?"

"I'm not here to drink. I'm here to ask if we could hang out."

"Whoa, this is fast. I'm not sure.."

"It's that no one knows about how I feel except you and I don't want to talk here, but I do want to talk."

"Okay. My shift ends in 30 minutes. Let's talk then."

She sat in my passenger seat in the parking lot at the bar. I talked. She empathized.

"Do you think I just need to give it more time?"

"Definitely. And double date."

"Double? I don't know.."

"Face your fears! How else will you solve this mystery?"

I squirmed uncomfortably.

"I dare you. Then we can talk again."


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