After two meetings with a “friend” of a girl on my hall, I found myself sitting at a bar with a drink and looking a my watch. It was 3:52 and I was nervous and questioning why I was here. “What was I doing?” ran through my head. I tried to reason with myself that I was bored with college life after only a few weeks. I scanned the room and made eye contact with some men that I thought could be my new “companion” for the evening.
At 4:00, the bartender handed me my credit and pointed me towards a gentleman tucked away and sitting in a booth. I picked up my drink and did my best not to stumble or make an ass of myself as I made my way towards him.
He was tall and fit with salt and pepper hair. He smiled and stood up and greeted me and ushered me in to the booth.
We chatted for a bit and had another drink. My nerves were calming but I still had a knot in my stomach.