After long work day
at work where
nothing seemed to go
my way, I skipped my
apartment, didn't change,
and went straight
to the bar.
I sat down next to only
open seat next
to a pretty broad, but
who was too busy
talking to the bar
tender.
I ordered a Lager
and took a sip, trying
to keep to myself, but
the Cold beer trickled
down my front lip
and splattered on my
shirt.
"I see you got a drinking
problem" she said turning to look at me.
It happens from
time to time. Hole
in my lip, ya see,
unfortunate fishing
accident.
"ah, smart Alec. I
like them."
That's good 'cause otherwise
it seems you would have a low
self-esteem.
"Well, mister,I might just have that
low self-esteem, but you'll have
to talk to me some more
to find out."
Let me tell ya, later that night
after talking and then some,
a bad day turned into
a fantastic night.
& There's no doubt
when we left our seats
the only thing she loved
more than herself was
me.
and visa-versa
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