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But, these guys weren’t really worthy of our time, so we tried our best
to ignore them as we watched the show and ate our food.
    “Can I get you guys another drink?”
asked the server.
    “Yes, two more of these please. Oh, and we would like a
large cold Saki, please. This one here,” I said, pointing to the menu.
    “Okay, sure thing,” she said. She disappeared, then reemerged quickly with the drinks, and the small carafe
of Saki. We both looked at the drinks in front of us, and smiled. We were in
for a good night.
    After several shots and some food, we were ready to go. The
meal was light, but good, and we were game for just about anything. “So what
are the rules tonight?” she asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, are we going in for the kill? What’s the plan?”
    “Well, you’re the one infatuated with the bartender,” I
said. “What’s your plan?” I smiled.
    “I guess I’m just going to go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens.” She smiled. It was her devilish smile,
and I could see the onlookers at the table paying close attention to our
conversation. We had turned a few heads apparently, and we were being carefully
eyed up and down.
    “Going with the flow?” I asked. “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
    “More shots?” she asked.
    “Yes, definitely more shots. Definitely more shots.”
    We left the restaurant pretty drunk as it was. At that point, we needed to walk it off. I lit a cigarette and
pulled out my phone as we left the restaurant. Leafing through the messages
with my thumb in one hand, while I smoked with the other, I saw more messages
from him. Michael had been sending me texts throughout the night.
    “Hey, what did we say?”
    “Oh, I’m not talking about him. I’m just looking at my messages, that’s all. Don’t worry about it,” I said,
smiling. But I was worried about it. Every time he would message me, it sent my
heart into a tailspin. But, we were catastrophic together. We were oil and
water, you simply couldn’t combine us, but it didn’t stop me from having that
attraction. It didn’t stop me from wanting something that I knew was entirely
bad for me. What was it about that? Why do we get sucked into things that are toxic? It’s been the story of my life, and I can’t
seem to shake it. It seems as if I want the pain and the punishment. I just
can’t understand my mind, which defies all reason and logic from time to time.
    I read through the messages on the
phone:
    9:49pm: What are you
doing?
    9:43pm: Hello?
    9:57pm: Are you going
out tonight? Why aren’t you answering me back?
    10:22pm: Where are
you?
    10:30pm: WTF is wrong
with you? Answer me.
    It was toxic. It was clearly toxic, but we played this song
and dance many times over.
    “Give me that,” she said, snatching my phone away from me.
    “Hey! Give it back!”
    “No, you promised. I don’t even want you reading this stuff.
I know you far too well. No dice. It’s my birthday.”
    “Okay, okay. I won’t look at it. I promise. Here give it
back to me,” I said. She handed the phone back, which I tucked away into my
purse. She was always the voice of reason inside my head. I was glad she was
talking some sense into me.
    I knew I was drunk because I felt myself being drawn back to
Michael. I felt my ex sucking me back in again, a pattern that I repeated over,
and over again in my life. I couldn’t help it. Something was wrong with me. I
was so afraid that no one else would love me or treat me the way that he did,
that it frightened the hell out of me. I was so scared that I wasn’t good
enough to be loved again in that way. All of these thoughts would run through
my mind on a constant basis.
    I never used to be that way. I never used to doubt things in
life like that. It all started when the relationship went south, and I couldn’t
seem to get things back together in my personal life. I had to dive into school
and focus all my energies on that. If I hadn’t, I would have gone mad. I would
have