An hour and two beers later, Tom had given up on serious flirting and was enjoying himself just hanging out, which was okay too. There weren’t any guys in the bar really catching his interest, and he wasn’t desperate.
“Are you still moping over Ben? He’s not worth your time.”
This wisdom came from Ike, one of his paintball buddies. Ike had never liked Tom’s ex.
“Nah, it’s not that. We were only together five months and it was never very serious. I’m just feeling picky tonight.”
“I’m not,” said Ike.
“Are you ever?”
“I have standards.”
Tom hadn’t seen many in action, but that was Ike’s business. “So, do you have your eye on anyone in particular?”
“That redheaded twink in the corner.”
Tom looked at the guy in question. He was cute, but overly energetic. “Knock yourself out.”
Ike fro
