Unrequited

Sally had been having a time of it. 

After she tired of the unrequited love situation she had had with Oscar, she decided that she needed to move on. She had clung onto him after Chloe had died, but she realized that that was not helping her. 

Plus being with him reminded her of Chloe and that was much more than she could take.

So she had moved on with a dating app that was reputedly more likely to earn her a hookup, putting even Tinder to shame. But that was what she wanted, she was not in the mindset to be with someone and have anything serious. 

Serious had brought her serious heartache.

She sat at the bar, her hair pulled up in a very serious knot. The man she was chatting with was her backup in case the first man did not show up. Maybe it was intuition, but he felt flakier than a croissant.

He had not shown up.

What are you doing beautiful? Bachelor Number Two texted her.

Well, I am at a wine bar right now, and after that if you are not interested in meeting me I will go home and jill off.

He was there before she finished her glass of wine. A sip worthy Barolo, that was divine with the charcuterie board she picked at which the bartender had given her for sitting so long at the bar alone she assumed and buying the most expensive wine on the list.

The man arrived, and sadly in person she was not impressed with him. She knew he could feel it, but her directness up front gave him hope.

“I want to go home alone,” she said. “The wine changed my mood.”

“I want to go home with you Beautiful. Why jill off alone if Jack is here?”

He grabbed himself, and the bartender punched him. 

Sally was startled and thankful at the same time.

“Get the fuck out of my bar!” the bartender said, and while still grabbing himself Bachelor Number Two left.

She looked at the bartender,

“That was something!”

“He was a jackass, and…”

“What?” But Sally saw everything clearly though. The way he was looking at her, the charcuterie board, the refill of her wine with a wave when he handed her her card back to let her know it was on the house. 

She saw everything.

 

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