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Is he really single?
I go to bars. Alone. I’m single. I do stuff alone. I like doing it. I like people. I meet people. I make friends. I make dates!
One night, I went to one of my favorite spots, and without thinking much about anything at all, I climbed onto an empty barstool. The man next to me was a pleasant looking man about my age. We were soon engaged in conversation. I had just moved to Louisville, and we were talking about some fun things I could do, alone, as a single person. He grabbed my check and jotted some notes on the back.
After chatting an hour or so, he said he had to leave, and I told him I had to go, too. I was meeting a friend to see a movie at the theatre around the corner. He asked me to walk out with him. We’d both just signed off on our checks, so I slid off the stool and followed him out.
I thought he was being friendly; I didn’t realize he was making a pass. It was just after I’d moved to Louisville for the high-pressured management job, and just after I’d come to terms with the notion I’d never have sex again because I was too old and too fat. (HA! Never say never!)
So, we get to the back of the restaurant, and the guy stops short so that I actually bump into him, then he turns around, grabs me and kisses me! Shocked, I stepped back, opened my coat, and asked, “Have you looked at me? Have you really looked at me?”
