I go to this bar every Friday night after work and I see him there. He’s usually with his friends, always shooting pool. We’ve made eye contact a couple times and once he smiled at me.
The girls I’m with don’t know this but I like this man shooting pool, like his long legs, thin body and long black hair. I wouldn’t mind being with him.
Sometimes other guys buy me drinks and I’ll sit and talk with them for a while. I’ve gone home with a few of them and it was always all right. That’s the problem – it was just all right.
Next month, I turn 30. Hell, it might as well be 40. I feel the old clock ticking, you know? I should be doing something about it, shake up this old life of mine, get out of my rut. Maybe get out of Cincinnati or just go to other bars and see new faces.
Not on Friday. I’ll be at that same bar, watching that man shooting pool.