I visit the bar. It’s not the same.

A beautiful stranger and I share a connection at the bar, but she leaves with someone else. I’m envious, sort of, and I’m projecting, and I know it.

A sexy young bartender asks me for marriage advice. My first instincts are not, shall we say, helpful. But then I get serious.

So many posts to write, so little time.

A tiny, gorgeous, engaged bartender asked me for marriage advice. I gave her some. But mostly, I just stared.