Three Guys And A Girl

Karaoke Friday night, was feeling sad again. Wasn't putting in songs so R randomly inserted me and we would decide on the song when it was my turn. J with the wife and daughter was told to "save me" by his wife as I was surrounded by teenagers. He bought me a second gin and tonic when mine ran out and told me I need to sing more often. We discussed jobs and locations a little, we used to live around the same area. R's wife ended up joining me towards the latter part of the evening. Cook J was in a good mood, but did not stay. I attempted a few songs I did not know, one was a success when R accompanied me, another a complete "suicide," as we call it.

Last night I went to DP, per what is now becoming my Saturday routine. I was feeling very unkempt, but did not feel like putting in the effort. Had a busy day in Anacortes. I recognized a car in the distance, my usual parking spot was taken, I thought to myself, "that figures, you show up when I look like crap. Why weren't you here the other night?" I wonder if you are in another establishment, just taunting me with the presence of your car. I enter DP, see you, then wonder if you are with someone. What to do? Sit at the bar per usual? Say hello? I order a drink, decide on hello. The people I usually interact with are not there.

Later, B shows up to play pool at the table near us. Should I introduce you? I don't know. Feels weird. Mentioned you the first night B and I met.

We attempt conversation over loud music. I don't know what you want me to do or say. Due to my personality I still want to fix everything for you, but I have realized I cannot no matter how hard I want to. You have to fix you. Do you want to? I know you can if the want is strong enough.

I recognize a shirt at the bar and start swearing in my head. Do you notice?

You are tired and want to leave. I ask you to stay longer. You don't realize it was for a multitude of reasons. I like the fact you went out of your way looking for a fight, though I don't think you should punch him. The bruises are fading. I want to tell you and I don't.

Glad you came. It's a nice feeling, having you come my way. I always come yours and wonder if you ever would have come mine if I had waited or if you would just let me go. Thank you.