I really wish I could make this stuff up.
I've had a wonderful day: spring cleaning and lunch with friends and playing in the park with a friends' dog. Spring comes early here in the south and it should have all been idyllic.
Except.
During lunch, The Virgin Bartender showed up at the same place, but never acknowledged me. Then, at the park, I could have sworn I saw The Original Bartender playing bocce, but couldn't really believe it since I've never really seen him out during daylight hours.
It was him.
They are all him. All these men in this small town and all I can think is that since moving far away in the near future is out, stopping dating altogether is the next obvious step. Obviously.
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