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absolutely lost it, because I felt so alone. I felt so alone after having
felt like I had found my soul mate. But, it was all a lie. I let him screw
around on me, and he had his way with me. He lied and cheated for who knows how
long through our relationship. What would have happened if I hadn’t caught him
with her?
    “You have to stop torturing yourself,” Hallie said.
    She could see the distress on my
face. She could tell that I was unhappy. She knew that I had been unhappy for
so long.
    “I know, but how? How do I do it? What’s wrong with me?”
    “There’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. “Have you looked
in the mirror lately? You’re drop-dead gorgeous. You’re amazing, incredible,
and a stunner. Please. Please don’t go there.”
    We were both drunk and neither one of us was holding
anything back. We were both saying it like it was, letting our feelings unleash
out into the world. And there sure were some feelings. We both felt like we
were in a never-ending struggle to accomplish our goals, overcome our
obstacles, and make something of ourselves. But deep down inside, we were just
simple women who wanted a man to take care of us. We both wanted to be pampered
and spoiled, but we knew that it wasn’t something we could rely on. We knew
that we had to prepare for the worst, and we had to be empowered.
    The cool air of the night felt good on my face as we made
our way to the bar. We could hear the music from down the street, and we knew
it was going to be jam-packed .
    “Are you ready for this?” I asked.
    “Oh, I’m ready,” she said, smiling. “I’m definitely ready.”

 
 
 
 
 
 

4

 
    Inside the bar we said our customary
hellos to the bartenders, which we mostly all knew. It was our favorite spot to
go after all, and even though we planned to do something afterwards, it was a
good place for us to start the night. The conversations from earlier in the
night had me spinning inside my own head. I needed to get really
drunk . I needed to forget about all the misery and tumult in my life. I
was an emotional wreck. We sat at two swivel stool chairs at the bar as the
place was starting to fill up. A live band had just wrapped up their show, and
a DJ was about to come on. You could hear the hoots and hollers as the DJ setup,
and started spinning his first track.
    It was then that I looked up and caught his gaze. He was
standing right there only a few feet away, staring at me ; blatantly staring at me. But when I tried to look away, I couldn’t. Our eyes
locked, and I was drawn to him. Those crystal blue eyes glistened like the
ocean off the coast of some exotic island. What was wrong with me? I never
behaved like this. I looked away for a moment, turning to take a sip of my
drink, and talk to Hallie.
    The saki bombs certainly had me
feeling drunk. When I swiveled my chair back, he was still standing there,
staring. I wish he would have walked over instead of
just standing there staring. After a while I felt like I should be
uncomfortable, but I wasn’t. There was something so mysterious about him,
something that glittered in his eyes that made me want to keep turning back to
look again, and again.
    I swiveled my chair one more time to see the bartender
pouring us more birthday shots. He wasn’t nearly as nice on the eyes as the guy that kept staring at me. A sugar-rimmed shot full of
yellowish liqueur landed in front of us, and it disappeared just as fast it had
arrived.
    “What was that one?” I asked.
    “Lemon drop,” he shouted. It was loud and the music was
thumping. Multi-colored lights crisscrossed from one end of the space to the
other, cutting the darkness of the room in short momentary bursts.
    I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Hallie again. She
couldn’t take her eyes off the bartender. She was feeling good, bobbing and
swaying to the music, and the night had just begun. We were in for the long
haul.
    I turned back again, and he was gone. Where did he