I’ve been working all day and my office started to finally seem cold at about 8:45 pm when I was sitting there watching sportscenter on the tv in the corner and I thought man this is ridiculous I’m 28 years old and I’m not going home to a wife and kids or anything maybe it would be alright to go grab a beer quick and possibly meet somebody I can ask to dinner next Tuesday. i think it would be nice to have a dinner date after work sometime, you see it in the movies all the time and maybe it’ll work for me but i can’t do it next Monday because I just don’t think monday feels like it’s part of the week, it really seems like it’s just squeezing the beginning. so i put on my suit jacket and checked in the mirror quick. i’ve got a bathroom off to the side of my office and i keep all the vitals in there, I even put fresh gel in my hair and sprayed on some of that Lucky cologne that’s been sitting in the same spot for 2 years. I guess i’ll just walk across the street to that little bar even though I always try to avoid it because I don’t want to confine myself to one area, work and play ya know? Whatever, this green Landrover honks at me as I walk across the street. I push open the wooden door (it has a bell on it, sounds like a holiday) and walk up to the bar. I figure drinking 3 or so will get me good and ready to sleep. there is a gorgeous brunette standing beside me, classy too, with tressy hair and these earrings that have little curly-q’s to them. she might be the one, she’s cute, and she looks smarter than everybody else here wearing college sweatshirts or tube tops. I’m going to smile at her. She’s looking at me, I can tell as I turn to get the bartender’s attention to order. now she looks disgusted. she stares at her drink, what did I do, and shakes her head. she’s out the door now, and her drink is sitting there with 1/2 of it left…huh, she wasn’t wearing lipstick, I can tell by the rim. I like her even more. She walked away.