My new squeeze is gorgeous. I’m sure. I thought so when I saw her across the bar looking at me and smiling. 

I raised my glass to her. She raised hers back to me. I motioned for her to join me. She motioned for me to join her. 

I sent the barkeep over with a drink for her. She sent him back with a drink for me and a bar nap with a phone number. We played this game of tag back and forth until she blew me a kiss and walked out with her three girlfriends.

I stayed for another couple of pops and listened to the Stones cover band until they finished their set. I knocked my G&T over and the bartender wiped it up with a bar rag and pocketed my bar nap. I Ubered home to dream about my new love who I never saw again in the bar whose name I couldn’t remember in a town somewhere near my generic hotel.