The Lonely Bar Run
I went to college with an ex-marine, Hiram, who could have snapped me in two without much effort. Fortunately we were friends.
Yet for a little while there we were both pursuing the same girl. It was a good thing we were friends because he saw me doing what I call "dancing" with her one night.
Of course, he got the girl.
I was dismayed,but as I've said - we were buddies.
So he grabbed me one night, put me in a semi-headlock and told me that he was sorry I didn't get the girl. He also explained that the best way to handle disappointment is to do a "lonely bar run".
"No friends - no excess drinking - no feeling sorry for yourself. Just sit down, have a couple of beers and concentrate on getting your shit together."
I had forgotten Hiram's advice until late in the day today.
After work, I remembered Hiram, the girl, and the only other time I'd ever done a lonely bar run and I recalled that it had worked.
So I sat down, had a beer and a shot of Jameson's. Actually, I had one for Jeff and one for myself, and in my mind, I told him the Bruce, Clarence and Matsui story.
I didn't go to excess.
I didn't feel sorry for myself.
I did it alone.
Thanks, Hiram. I felt better.
Wonder whatever happened to that girl?
Who cares? Mine is better.
Yet for a little while there we were both pursuing the same girl. It was a good thing we were friends because he saw me doing what I call "dancing" with her one night.
Of course, he got the girl.
I was dismayed,but as I've said - we were buddies.
So he grabbed me one night, put me in a semi-headlock and told me that he was sorry I didn't get the girl. He also explained that the best way to handle disappointment is to do a "lonely bar run".
"No friends - no excess drinking - no feeling sorry for yourself. Just sit down, have a couple of beers and concentrate on getting your shit together."
I had forgotten Hiram's advice until late in the day today.
After work, I remembered Hiram, the girl, and the only other time I'd ever done a lonely bar run and I recalled that it had worked.
So I sat down, had a beer and a shot of Jameson's. Actually, I had one for Jeff and one for myself, and in my mind, I told him the Bruce, Clarence and Matsui story.
I didn't go to excess.
I didn't feel sorry for myself.
I did it alone.
Thanks, Hiram. I felt better.
Wonder whatever happened to that girl?
Who cares? Mine is better.
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