Right Place, Wrong Time, Dr. John (modified) lyrics
I went to karaoke last night and hung out with my fake boyfriend for a little while, which was great, but also put somewhat of a barrier between me and my regular crowd. The bartender who’s usually there wasn’t because he and his wife just had a baby, and it altered the club’s dynamics.
He’s a somewhat gruff guy, but also a super sweetheart. It’s interesting how I didn’t realize how fond I am of him, or how much he adds to club’s ambiance until he wasn’t there. We’ve established more than a patron/bartender friendship from nights where I had my friends who run the karaoke drive me home, so we’d be the last ones there, and the bartender put me to work clearing tables on several occasions, and just hearing stories about every day events and observing personality quirks.
I played pool with my fake boyfriend, and danced a bit, and later we went to a nearby river that I was planning on going swimming in, but the bottom was mucky where it’s usually sand, so I ditched that idea and we just talked for a while.
He’s in that world-of-hurt place, and while I might provide an ego-boost because he knows how much I like him, it’s a ‘right fight, wrong arena’ deal. I’m not going to be part of the fall-out. I’ve seen pretty much all the dog and pony shows, and have no desire to be anyone’s re-bound.
And that’s what’s good about being older.
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