Love on the RocksI’d been in the bar for a couple of hours. It was a slow night. A Wednesday. Work had been tough. I had a big problem that wasn’t getting solved any time soon, so I needed to unwind, forget my troubles, get laid—and not necessarily in that order. But the place had been relatively empty, slim pickings at best. So, when the lights were raised and they got ready to close up, wearily, I downed my drink and went to the back to use the facilities before my drive home.
Guess I was in there longer than expected. “We’re closed already,” the bartender said when he noticed me returning. “Sorry.”
“No sweat,” I replied. “Just taking a leak.” I headed out and noticed him staring at me in the reflection of the front window. I turned and smiled and nodded. He returned the smile with one
