A Daily Reminder That Everything is Amazing

Everything is amazing and nobody's happy – Louis C.K.

I Recall That Evening Together

That evening started like most evenings, in the bar. I was sitting in my usual spot, comfortable with the predictability and familiarity of things unchanged. If I hadn’t known better I would have thought I had made a groove in the seat perfectly formed around my ass. But I knew that wasn’t the case. The stools were new and I tended to shift a lot in my seat. Perpetual discomfort, I self diagnosed. Some might say I was a hypochondriac with all my quack diagnoses, but my research wasn’t entirely unfounded.

Shifty ass aside, I sat there at the bar, my eyes perpetually following the dreamy bartender as she moved swiftly from one customer to the next. She leaned casually over the bar in front of her, gently swaying her hips as she spoke. Her firm ass was perky and almost taunting me with it’s perfection. I hadn’t realized I was staring until my eyes refocused and she was no longer in my line of sight. I blinked slowly and took a long swig of Coors Light. I could feel a sigh welling up in my chest, so I let it emerge heavily.

“That’s a heavy sigh for a Tuesday,” a friendly voice almost cooed. Immediately I was snapped back into the present. I looked to my right and there she was, this beautiful girl. She was perched on the stool with impeccible posture. Her manicured hand loosely gripping a bottle of, as luck would have it, Coors Light.

I nodded, in a polite response and mustered a simple, “Yeah.” I wasn’t good with strangers or words. I kept my gaze on her for a second longer then busied myself staring at my beer bottle. I picked nervously at the label. Between nervous darting glances I could see she was still looking in my direction. Not one with any social graces I tried to concoct a way to avoid continuing the interaction.

I shifted in my seat and looked back to the bar. “Do you come here often?” she asked, and I had to smile because it was a phrase I through around as a joke but she was asking it honestly. Politely.

I nodded into my beer and looked back her way, “Yeah,” I said simply, “Do you?”

“This is my second time,” she responded taking a careful sip of her beer. “I think I saw you here last time I was here. In that seat, as a matter of fact.”

I twisted my beer bottle around on the bar, a nervous habit. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes,” she smiled, moving a stool closer. I could feel my nerves kick in and m muscles tighten. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

I forced a smile and looked back in her direction, now that she was closer I could see deep into her piercing blue eyes. Vivid and bright like a tropical destination. It was as if they sparkled in the low bar light. She smiled an imperfectly perfect smile and leaned her elbow on the bar. “I do… Usually,” I offered. “Sometimes…”

“Really?” she gently challenged.

“Yep,” I responded, absolutely sure of my lie.

“Oh yeah?” she leaned closer. I could see the curve of her breasts in her tank top now. They were small but nice. I blinked up to her face, that beautiful face. Why was she talking to me?

“Yes,” I stated, infinitely less sure than I was a moment ago. She reached out her hand and touched my forearm, the tenderness shot through me like electricity.

“Loosen up, girl,” she squeezed my hand tighter. She released my hand and picked up her bottle, she tossed back the last swig. “Can I get you another?”

I nodded, my guard was coming down ever so slightly. She leaned forward to flag down the bartender. I could smell her shampoo, sweet and fruity as she gestured for our beers. She turned back to me and locked her eyes on mine. Her face was no more than a few inches from mine. I could see her game. She was trying to scare the conversation out of me… Well it was working. I was enchanted by her.

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