way # 232 - i came back to the bar, to find that he had left work to run to the store and buy hot chocolate for me because an hour earlier i had mentioned that i had been craving hot chocolate with some liqueur for two days.
perhaps one of the sweetest things he could have done at that moment. its funny because though its small, it is nice to have someone take care of me, even if in the slightest way. when i thanked him, he said that i often take care of him and i deserved it. strange that its all just something that happens at a bar with a bartender who knows or simply sees elements of me that most people never do.
now if i could just get through the mixed messages..... possible girlfriend vs. a greeting of biting me on the ass (i had the marks to prove it). sigh.
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the realities or just perception of one transplant in her mid-twenties
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