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A Girl Walked into Another Bar
by Michelle Montoro
A girl walked into another bar. A different bar from the last time. This time she walked in alone. Because she was invited there. A few weeks had passed and there was simply silence with regard to the guy she met in the bar on that random Wednesday night.
Now on a random Monday night, as she was lying on her couch watching sentimental romance movies, contentedly enjoying the peace and bliss of her own quiet solitude, she received an unexpected text message from an unidentifiable phone number that simply stated, “I’m in town. At the hotel bar.”
Without a doubt, she knew who sent the message and her heart began to race. So much so that she began to feel faint as she scurried around her house to put herself together. As she climbed into her car, she knew exactly which hotel bar to drive to and as she walked in, she felt a nervous excitement that she had not experienced since her teenage years.
And there he was. The guy. Sitting alone in the nearly empty bar. Waiting patiently for her arrival. He stood up as she approached and they hugged. There was a desperation of sorts in that embrace. She was unable to define exactly what it was…
