“We finish,” says the man. “Each other’s sentences,” says the woman. “She’d like a Cosmopolitan,” says the man to the bartender. “He’ll have a Jack Daniels on the rocks,” says his companion. “Isn’t this place wonderful?” They exclaim together, and giggle like high school sweethearts who’ve only been going out for a month. Arms around each other, they go back to their table, sipping their drinks. You can be anyone. But who am I here? Who do I want to be? “Oops, sorry,” says a blonde beauty that almost spills her martini on me. “I think I’ve had too many of these tonight.” “Well who can blame you,” I say. “This place is supposed to be just a one night deal, right?” “Well said! Here’s to more then!” She raises her glass and almost falls, but I steady her back with a hand. She thanks me and moves toward the back of the bar. “Who might you be, on this fine night?” Says the bartender, noticing that I am alone. “I haven’t decided yet. I thought maybe an actor, but I really don’t like actors n...
Insanely idiotic, mind-bogglingly brilliant, and all points in-between; more of the former.