I was out with my best girlfriends on a heady summer night. It was the first time we had all been together in many period moons, and we were celebrating the birthday of the friend who traveled all the way from London to be with us. I was a little bit drunk and positively giddy to be with my besties.
After an awesome evening of sushi, girl time and bar hopping, eventually we found ourselves at a favorite local watering hole. However, it was nearly midnight and we are all old ladies, so everyone realized the successful night was coming to a close. Some of the girls decided to leave shortly after entering the bar. A couple girls and I decided to stay, and everyone ordered Coors Light, which is how I KNEW it was a final round – when vodka drinkers switch to shitty light beer, it’s time to go home.
One of us three called a cab, hugged me tightly and said she’d see me soon. Then it was just me and London, and since we were both halfway through our “beer,” I ordered a ride home for us both. While I was waiting for the ride to arrive, I looked around the bar. Sitting at the bar about 20 feet away, with a spotlight from heaven shining down on him like a true angel, was one handsome mother fucker.
He caught me looking at him. I looked down.
I looked back up. He was still staring at me, and then he stood up. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. He started walking towards my table.
I looked at my phone. The ride was 2 minutes away. I ran through some quick cost-benefit analysis in my head…. and then I cancelled the shit out of that ride, and ate the cancellation fee, and prayed that Handsome Angel was actually coming over to talk to me, and not someone he spotted directly behind me.
He stopped when he was standing right in front of me, and he sat down in the empty chair next to mine. He smiled the most radiant, perfect smile. “Hi, I’m Mike,” he said.