I only went to the bar last night to eat, have a drink, see the new bartenders, and watch football. Not to see or interact with my now-former female friend, whom avoided me as much as I avoided her. There were a few looks, and two walk-bys, but no words spoken and, for me, no desire to do so. Every time she continued her bar fly ways, I told myself, good job not dealing with her for months. I’m not missing out on anything. I kind of feel bad for her, not changing and still being a bar fly, drinking and letting guy “friends” hug her and have their hands on her. I got out of all the crap for a reason.
