What is that expression – “It’s deja vu all over again.”? Well, that moment was certainly deja vu! I walked through the doorway, and there he sat, at the bar, martini glass in hand. It was a very high class club, you know. Not that it mattered. Noting ever mattered with him.
We had a great time that night … and then he disappeared. I found out that he did this often … to all of his friends. Even to his family. He saw me in the mirror, lifted his glass to me, and gestured to the empty stool next to him. I smiled, walked over, gave him a kiss and sat down. Another great night was about to be had.
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