This took place the year I got divorce. Her name was Jenny and she was the first person I dated after the split. Just as a heads up this tale has a lot of dialogue included. There will be three parts to this tale. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day.
A friend of mine had just opened a new restaurant and bar. I had started spending several evenings there each week. This got me out of the house. I needed a change after spending the initial weeks post-divorce drunk on my couch.
On Thursdays the bar side had live music. I wasn’t really in the mood but one of my roommate’s pushed the issue. I relented, if I didn’t, I’d be up there later anyway to drive him home.
The only person more social than me was my old roommate Charles. That man needed to be socialized more than most dogs. I was sitting at the bar chatting up the bartenders when Charles tapped me on the shoulder.
C: Hey, so I’m talking to this woman. You up for wingmaning?
M: Sure, I’ll cover you man.