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as my friends were busy coupling up, i sat alone at the bar sipping my watered down vodka tonic. i asked the bartender, don't you have an obligation to lonely people? and he laughs and says you dont strike me as the lonely type. and i dont humor him with a smile or a laugh, i just sit there, bitterly, drinking my bitter drink. and then some guy comes and sits next to me i dont know why he's talking to me or what were talking about but the next thing i know im talking about gentrification and i wonder if this is why i am single, because i am bad at flirting and acting sexy or whatever and im totally apathetic to this (and most) guy(s) but finally its last call at the bar and and only ice remains in my glass and This Guy remains at my side and we walk out onto the sidewalk where my coupling friends are and i realize This Guy has got a book in his hand, the unbearable lightness of being and i tell him how much i love that book and he gives me a kiss on the cheek goodbye and i dont humor him with a smile or a laugh because i am still bitter because he is simply a less attractive version of you, glasses and all. and really, id rather be with the real version of you, not because youre more attractive but because you smell nice and you laugh nice and i dont like him but i do like you and the strangest part about this night of watered down drinks and a watered down you is that i woke up wondering who the fuck brings a book to a bar and the answer is that This Guy would but you and i would pprobably just rather stay home.