Stranger In A Bar

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

There is a handsome man standing next to her, “No, this seat is empty.”

The man sits and catches a waiter’s attention. “I would like a glass of Drambuie and a cup of coffee please.”

“Certainly, would you like me to start a tab?”

“Sure.”

Most of the people in the bar had attended a college basketball game that ended ten minutes earlier and the bar was getting crowded. Some had walked to the stadium from the bar and others were stopping by to celebrate the team’s win.

Shelly and her friend Greg had started out at the bar by having a couple of drinks before the game and returned before the game was over because it had turned into a blowout before it was even half-time. They came back to claim a table before the rest of the people got there.

“So did you go to the basketball game?” She inquires of the gorgeous man.

“No, I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop here and get a drink before going home. And you?”

“Yes, for the first half but it was so one sided my friend and I left.”

“I can relate to that.”

Shelly notices that the friends of Greg’s he had invited back to the bar while at the game were starting to trickle in and were standing at the far end of the counter next to him and visiting with each other. She would rather talk to the hot stranger that is sitting next to her than Greg’s snobby friends from out of town.

“Do you live around here?”

“Not really, but I don’t live very far away. What about you?”

“I live about 10 minutes away.  I came here with a friend though my sister works here so I come here fairly often and visit. Do you come here much?”

“I come here every now and then. It is a good place to stop by to watch sports on TV. The people that work here are friendly and the service is good.”

“I agree with you. My sister’s name is Annie, have you met her?” Shelly’s sister is very attractive and likes to flirt so Shelly figures there is a good chance this guy has met her.

“Annie is your sister? Yeah I know her, she is usually working when I stop by.” He looks at her in an appraising way she thinks.

“I thought you might know her, she is quite friendly. She doesn’t work nights, or weekends, so she isn’t here now.”

The man gave Shelly a knowing look she thought. “So what do you like to do for fun?”

“I like going to college football and basketball games a lot. My boss has ten season tickets and his wife hates sports so he likes to give a few tickets to some of the customers and the rest to his employees so he has people to go with. Do you like football or basketball?”

“I like both of them but I don’t go to games very often. It sounds like you have a pretty sweet deal with your boss.”

“It is, and what do you like to do for fun?”

“I go to rock concerts when there are any around and I like going to plays at the Rose Center. I have a dog and a cat so I spend a lot of time at home in the evenings keeping them company.”

“Cool, I love rock concerts too and I also have a dog and two cats. I really like to cook and eat good food.”

“So do I. Have you ever eaten here?”

“Yes, they have really good breakfast specials on the weekends.”

“I need to get home but maybe you would you like to meet me for a drink or have some lunch sometime?”

“Sure, that would be nice.”

“I’ll give you my phone number and you can give me a call.”

The man grabs a matchbook off the counter and wrote inside the cover and hands it to Shelly.

“It was nice meeting you and I will call you.”

“Sounds good have a good night.”

“Thanks.”

The man walks out of the bar and Greg comes over and sits down next to her.

“So who was that guy you were talking to?”

“I don’t know who he was. He was here having a drink.”

“It looked like you were having a heavy conversation so I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“You wouldn’t have been, we were just making small talk. He knew my sister.”

“My friends from Portland are here if you want to visit with them.”

“Sure.”  She stayed at the bar for another hour and then went home.

Her roommate was still up watching television when she got there.

“Hi Erin, what’s going on?”

“Just watching TV and playing with your dog. How was the game?”

“It was kind of boring so we left at half-time. I met a really cute guy at the bar though.”

“I thought you went to the game with Greg?”

“I did but we aren’t dating any more. Besides he left me sitting at the bar by myself, like always, and he went and visited with his buddies. This hot guy sat next to me and we had a really nice visit. We had a lot of things in common, it was almost kind of weird the way we hit it off right away. He was so cool I almost thought I was imagining him except Greg said he saw me visiting with someone. Funny, I don’t remember what his name was though.”

“He must not have been that cool if you can’t remember his name.”

“He gave me his phone number, it’s in my purse. Here it is but he only wrote his number down. He didn’t write his name down. Oh well, I’ll just call and won’t mention that I don’t remember his name, maybe it won’t even come up.”

Shelly called the number a couple of days later and got an answering machine for a business.

“You have reached The Angels Hotline, please leave a message for the angel you want after the tone.”

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