By the time we got to the bar we’d agreed upon, it was only twenty minutes to last call. Continue reading

The music stopped, mid-song, and the opening strains of a different, more classic one began to play as the lights in the bar flicked on. And we high-fived, as though we had accomplished something. Continue reading

We shared a bar stool, she and I. She, sitting facing the bar, ordering a snack and a drink from her buddy tending bar, while I leaned against the back, facing outwards, watching the local stand-up banter with the singer/songwriter-turned-podcaster-turned-failed politician who hosted that portion of the evening. Continue reading

“Do you still love her?” she asked, as we sat a wall away from the bar where I’d taken the subject of the discussion on the night we’d met. Continue reading