The Sweetest Hangover

"Oh no", I thought to myself as I sat at the bar and watched this skinny, Michael Jordan wanna be, with a football shaped head walk up beside me. "I am not in the mood for this bullshit." I mumbled to myself. I hoped he would notice that I was not interested, but so much for wishful thinking because he continued to walk up to me. "Is this seat taken baby?" He said leaning in around the bar stool so that his face was in mine, "You looked like you needed some company, so I decided to waltz on over and introduce myself. I’m Stan, you know as in the man." He extended his hand toward me smiling with a crowded mouth of teeth and gums as if what he said was supposed to be charming. "Look Stan, or is it The Man? I have not had a very good day. I know that I am sitting at this bar alone, and that may seem like I want somebody to come on to me, but I really came here to clear my head and be alone." I waived my hand as to say, "you’re dismissed", but he did not move and sat his butt down. "Easy baby girl. I was just trying to brighten your day. You need to get off that high horse and give a brother a break." What did he say that for? I swung the stool around and stood up waiving my finger. "I was trying to be nice, but let me break it down for you Brother." I said in my most ghetto sounding voice. " I just told you that I wanted to be alone. What is your malfunction in life that you don’t understand, LEAVE ME ALONE? I’m so tired of you lame ass scrubs with your lame ass come on lines. Get the hint. Better yet, you don’t have to leave because I’m gone. There’s your break, Brother!" I snatched my purse up and stormed toward the coat checkroom. As I walked off I could hear him say, "Damn, some fool got you all fucked up!" And of course he was right. As I left the bar I couldn’t help but to think about what had happened between Fabian and myself these last couple of days. Fabian was the type of guy who always knew what to say. He made everybody feel like they were the most important being on this earth when he talked to them. I guess that’s why I fell so hard for him. He was my type of guy, light-skinned with the most pitiful looking brown eyes and a smile that would knock you back with those pretty pearly whites. His words would pour out of his mouth like sugar. I don’t think I ever heard him speak a bad word about anybody. His arms and hands were the parts of him that I enjoyed the most. I always felt so safe and warm in them, like that was the only place I wanted to be. Any time that we had a falling out about something, he knew he could just hold me and I would submit to him. But Fabian had his faults. He was just too into pleasing everybody else, especially other women. I don’t think he was ever pleased with himself. Deep down, I knew what type of man Fabian was. But he knew how to pacify me and he knew exactly what to say and do to make me forget anything he may have done wrong. I always knew that something was being hidden from me. Something Fabian had been through made him react to people the way he did. I didn’t believe that he loved people the way he put on, but I could never put my finger on it. And Fabian damn sure wasn’t volunteering any information. So I just let it go because hey, if he didn’t want to talk about it and he was fine with it, so was I. But, you can only be a fool for so long before you get a wake up call. All of his secrecy started causing problems. Problems that led to many nights with me sleeping alone and Fabian coming home in the late hours with all kinds of idiotic excuses.