‘Set me up again’, I signaled the bartender.
‘Here you go’, she smiled at me the way you used to. In fact there’s a lot about her that reminds me of you.Maybe that’s the reason I chose this bar?
Before we met, I was sober, .never even thought about getting drunk.
Then you said it, ‘I don’t love you anymore’ Now this bartender is my best friend.
Most nights the alcohol has the desired effect, I don’t even think about you for hours at a time.Some nights however, even getting drunk doesn’t help, I see your face everywhere, on every other woman
‘Damn she’s cute’ I think, looking at the bartender.
And getting over a broken heart herself. I wonder if she would consider going out with me? After all, she already knows me as well as you once did
One night, I got up the nerve to ask her out. She said yes and so we began dating, pretty soon I was falling in love.
Then she said it, ‘Harry let’s just be friends OK?
It was harder drinking her off my mind. The very smell of alcohol reminded me of her and female bartenders, well I guess you get the picture.Now I save my drinking for when I get home
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Harry J. Couchon Jr
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