Friends with strangers

Ex's favorite song plays on Pandora. Roll my eyes. Get up, run my errands, do my chores.

After executing my last to-do for the afternoon, I walk into twisted root to reward myself with some dinner to-go. Long islands and black bean burgers on the brain. The door reads "Pull", I pull. "Mother fucker." I blurt to myself. Apparently establishments like to lie about the sort of thing. I proceed to push the door open and am greeted by the smell of awesomeness. I walk around the to (super cute) bartender and order my drink and burg to-go

I just sat at a bar with 3 strangers + bartender for an hour while awaiting my black bean buffalo goodness to be prepared. I learned:
When/if I get married, acknowledge that the dishes are as important a duty as the routine sexual encounter. (the fuck?)
Don't create a user name sexier than my actual self.
Don't date online.
Don't date.
             like, at all.

I sat and listened to these completely different men (as far as appearance goes, at least) empty their little sad souls to me over this bar, at 4:15 p.m. on a beautiful warm Sunday, to me, someone they've never met. That tells me that MAYBE just maybe they're a little upset? Go figure.

I thank my mom, and the universe for my ability to meet somewhere everywhere I go, and as long as I possess this quality will I continue to gain perspective and meet new extraordinary people.