So what was I thinking going out with a man twice my age. He's in really great shape. I was thinking of a future. Humm well, just goes to show you how deceiving happiness can be, One minute you have it, or do you? I love the salon, everyone you meet. Well, I am here, it is St. Patrick's Day!
Everyone and their green beer, and my tall drink just left with a beautiful brunette. I am not going to waste myself on self pity. Little did I know what the future had in store.
A handsome again older man, but at least he was closer to my age. he was standing there offering me a drink. sure of course.
"What's your name"
"Mick"
Your real name not your Irish nick.
"Lincoln, where do you work?"
"At the salon next door, have you been there before?"
"No, I just moved here from Manhatten Beach"
"ok, it was nice meeting you, thanks for the drink", "Where do you work"
"I don't, just finished my residencey" "I am an Opthomologist."
My friend Robert came over, pulled me away and gave me a big kiss. "What are you doing talking to that guy?"
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