"Whatever happened with that girl that got your nose wide open? The one that you changed your life for?" He asked twirling what was left of his beer.
"That's a good question," I said taking a deep breath. "I was too late. The man I am right now, the man who owns a house, the man who showed he could hold a job for 10 years, the man who takes care of his mother, that man was too late. The man I am now is the man she needed 16 years ago. The problem is she's 16 years older. She has different needs."
I made a motion to the bartender to let her know I was ready for my check.
"It hit me about a year ago that no matter how hard I tried I would not meet her needs. She’s doing ok. I mean, we talk every once in a while. We exchange e-mails. Her life has it’s challenges but it seems good."
"Sorry about that, man," he said motioning for his check.
"Nothing to be sorry about." I crossed my arms and looked in the mirror behind the bar. "I own a house. I have a new job. I take care of adult responsibilities. Sometimes wanting and preparing for things is better than having them."
"It's a shame you never got a chance to find out."
"True story," I said twirling what was left of my beer. "True story."
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