Thanks for positive feedback on my last/first post. Here’s another, quite different story. This happened two years back, and turned out shorter (it all happened in the space of a couple of hours).
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I have an old friend that I studied with, who is pursuing a big-money career in London. Every time he visits back “home” inevitably means a night out with the old gang, those essentially being the only occasions I see anyone in that group. It’s nice to see them, but there’s a fine line between talking about what’s going on in your life and bragging, especially among guys In their 30s.
On this night, it was just the three closest of us meeting up at a kind of trendy bar, housed in a historic building, decorated in a vague old-timey, “Moulin Rouge” style. We got there quite early, but the place being tiny, we couldn’t find three seats together even though the place was only half full. On the corner of the low, angled bar, there were two girls seated, with two empty spots beside them, so we went there, me standing up and my friends sitting down. As my friend ordered the first round, I smilingly acknowledged the girls, one quite thin blonde, and the other a much cuter thick brunette. Meeting my glance, both their faces clearly spelled out that they were open for chatting up, but I was not there for partying.