they are closing it down.
…are you going back for a romantic goodbyedrink?? we’ve met in a pub too, in London… do you remember what you were wearing? what he was wearing? the music? the drink? i remember everything from the corner of my eye, a tunnel vision… because i could not look at him….
i remember clearly the scorpion-in-resin belt buckle and the old cowboy boots. i was the bartender. he would come during the off hours, hide in a dark corner, order a beer, pay in coins, and barely drink it.
the first time i saw him i knew he would be mine. i knew it. it made my hands shake.
…and he knew too… paying slowly in coins one by one… some people believe some people know… (;-))
i remember looking up and recognizing him but he didn’t reminded me of anyone. i knew he would be mine too. i was cold and unfriendly (so he would see the “real me” ?????)
he was actually coming in to see the bartender who had recently quit (and i had been hired to take over her shifts).
i ask him all the time if he had felt the same thing…and he says no. it wasn’t until we started talking – when i started working my voodoo that he fell under my spell.
thatis sad to hear. you shall just have to commute to england for your pint now!
That it’s closing! Not you. You are fabulous.
awww….i haven’t been called fabulous in ages. you made my day. Thank you!
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