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“You have to get down here, now” my friend hissed into the phone. She said there was something that I just had to see. She gave me the address of the bar at the next town over. I tried to get her to tell me what it was, but she said I had to see it for myself. Curiosity got the better of me so I drove the 30 minutes to the bar out of town. I saw her standing in the parking lot and with an eager gleam in her eye, she couldn’t wait to inform me that the man I was dating was in there. I assumed she meant with another woman, for what else could cause that sparkle in her eye except for the juicy deliciousness of wrecking my relationship.
So it was with that expectation that I walked into the dim interior of the bar. I looked around the not too crowded room and at first I didn’t see my lover anywhere. She took hold of my chin and turned it towards an attractive woman sitting alone at a table. I felt the sting of disappointment as I assumed that she was the one I was being cheated on with. “Where is he?” I asked looking around. With a mean little laugh she said, “that IS him.” WHAT? I looked again. She was right. There was the man I had been seeing, sitting there at a table in a stunning dress and heels with beautiful long red hair, and a figure any woman would envy.