Always Listen To The Bartender I will never forget the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach when I saw those stilettos sitting on the rug inside my front door. How could I? Standing nearly six inches tall, and neon purple with a sequence toe, they were pretty hard to miss. Every light in the house was off as if it were empty, yet there were Johnathon's Nike's sitting tauntingly close to the disco ball pumps. Johnathon was my good for nothing boyfriend that had never worked a day in his life. He roped me in one night at a local club with his sly charm and since that night I paid all of his bills while he sat on the couch collecting unemployment. Our relationship was always like walking on egg shells. He hated that I always worked, and complained that I didn't give him enough attention, but still expected me to pay his Verizon bill each month. Even though my relationship with Johnathon was rocky, I had dedicated two years of my life to the mooch, and believe it or not a did love him a little. So when I saw the bright heels I started to investigate. I entered the hallway silently and gently pressed my ear against our bedroom door. I could hear movement on my old box spring mattress. I could hear the seven o'clock slow jams on the radio, but it wasn't until I heard that small feminine giggle that I lost it. Tears filled my eyes and without knowing for sure what was even happening my heart broke and I was filled with anger. I busted through that bedroom door in a rage. I was ready to attack whoever was inside, but as soon as that door flung open I froze. I looked at the floor and saw John's entire outfit spread out from the door to the bed, along with a short black skirt and a lace top. The room was muggy and smelt of sex and smoke. There was a lit cigarette in an ashtray on my night stand. I stood there in shock for a moment before I finally looked at the bed. There she was. My target. My exact opposite. A bleach blonde, blue eyed Scarlett wearing nothing but a smug little grin. At first I didn't know if I should speak up or walk out. I had so many emotions rushing over me, and so many thoughts on my mind. I pondered my next move for a moment before I decided, I can't just keep letting John walk on my like this. So without saying anything, I walked over to his mistress and drug her out of bed by the hair. Before she could get all her clothes on I chased her down the hall, threw a picture frame at her, and finally shoved her out my front door in her bra and under ware. I bet she wishes she would have been wearing flats that day, I nearly poked her eye out when I chucked those pumps at her head. It didn't take long for John to run out and start rationalizing the situation. After all it is partially my fault because I wasn't giving him attention, but I was fed up. He needed a wake up call, so I woke him up in the best way I could think of at the time. I slapped him across the face so hard it hurt my hand. I thought I would scare him straight, so I packed everything I would need for the weekend and headed to the bar. When I got to the bar I didn't hesitate to order the strongest drink they had. I was hoping to drink away the pain. After a few shots I quickly became a hot mess, sobbing and venting my anger to the bartender. He was a true gentlemen, and that only made me hate John more. The bartenders name was Nicholas, he wore tight jeans, a crisp white button up with the top three buttons undone, and a pink ascot tied around his neck. His attire confused me but he listened to me, and at the time that's all I cared about. Nicholas kept the drinks coming and I told him everything. Me and Nick sat at the bar talking till the last call, by then I was hammered and just wanted to sleep. So I gulped down the last of my drink, pulled my keys out of my purse, and started for the door. As I opened the door to leave Nick ran over to me and asked if I planed on driving myself home. I said yes and explained that I did this all the time. He was shocked. He walked me outside and proceeded to talk my ear off, but the advice he gave me that night changed my life dramatically. He gave me the number to a local alcoholics anonymous group and told me to call. He thought AA might be a good place for me to talk about my problems, and possibly help with my binge drinking too. Nick wanted to drive me home but I refused. After all, I hadn't decided where I would be staying for the night. After driving around for a while I finally spotted a motel six and decided to stop. I got a room and immediately hit the bed. I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and and upset stomach. I had eight missed calls from John and many text messages. Even though I felt sick that morning, I was determined to take Nick's advice. I had to make a change and take charge of my life. I wanted to show John what he had and let him know that he is not going to walk on me any more. So I called the number to the AA group, asked the time of the next meeting, and went that afternoon. When I arrived at the church were the meeting was held, I sat in the far back and didn't plan on speaking. After all, this first meeting was just to see if I thought it could help me. By six p.m. everyone had gotten their coffee and sat to begin the meeting. That meeting changed my life. When the lead speaker stepped on the stage my heart melted and all my worries went away. He introduced himself as Miguel and told his story of his alcoholic father. Miguel was beautiful. He had flawless tan skin, thick black hair, and big deep brown eyes that made it impossible to look away. It would be easy to have a starring contest with him I thought to myself. I sat quietly while he spoke, but didn't hear a word he said. All I could think about was how breath taking his bright white smile was. After two hours of "Hi my name is Jane Doe and I'm an alcoholic", the meeting finally came to an end. So I grabbed a mirror from my purse to make sure I looked alright, popped an Altoid in my mouth and hustled over to Miguel. He was even more gorgeous up close. He smelled of fresh linen and a light sweet cologne. I introduced myself and told him I was new to the group and didn't have a sponsor. He told me that everyone else in the group had already partnered with a sponsor and asked if I would like him to be my sponsor. I was hoping he would say that. I told him it would be much appreciated and tried not to blush when we exchanged numbers. When I got back to my motel I laid in bed unable to sleep, but for once not thinking about John. I couldn't get Miguel's pretty face out of my mind. When I finally doze off into a peaceful slumber, I dreamed all night of Miguel. I awoke the next morning feeling happy, the exact opposite of what I should be feeling after all I had been through. I just couldn't get mister tall dark, and handsome off my mind. I felt like a little girl with a grade school crush. I felt good. I tried to keep myself busy in my boring motel, but there was simply nothing to do. It was Saturday and I didn't want the day to go to waste. So I came up with and ingenious plan. I called up Miguel and told him I was having a rough day and was thinking about drinking. I asked if he would meet me at a near by coffee shop to talk it out, and he agreed it was a good idea. When we got off the phone I rushed to get ready. I put on my best dress, did my make up, and curled my hair. I hadn't actually thought about drinking, but a little white lie never hurt anyone. As soon as I saw him standing at the coffee shop my palms began to sweat. He smiled at me and said hello. He pulled out my chair and told me I looked beautiful. How dreamy this all was. We chatted over coffee for a while and I told him about John. He told me a little about himself as well. He told me he was from Spain and came from a big family. He said he worked in a hospital and enjoyed inspirational speaking when he had the time. I could listen to him forever. After an hour or two of chit chat he told me he had to leave, but to my surprise he asked if I would meet again with him the next day. Of course I said yes. He gave me a one armed hug and said good bye. As he walked away he turned around one last time to flash me that stunning smile. Had we made a connection? I hope so. What could he possibly see in me? After all I had lied about wanting to drink just so I could spend time with him. Maybe this all was meant to be. The next day we met for dinner rather than coffee. He took me to a nice restaurant down town. He never brought up AA once, which I liked, and he paid. We talked and laughed and exchanged stories. We just seemed to click on so many levels. He was absolutely perfect, and nothing like john. He was intelligent, not a bit lazy, and a complete stud. At dinner I decided to confess to lying to him. I told him I was just trying to find a reason to see him again. He laughed and told me not to worry about it. After that we were silent for a moment and just gazed into each other eyes. Finally he broke the silence and said "when I first met you at the meeting and told you I would be your sponsor, I was praying you would call me needing to talk. The truth is, if you wouldn't have called me I would have done everything in my power to see you again as well." When he said that I melted in my chair. John was a distant memory that no longer mattered and all my problems were solved. This all happened so fast, but it felt so right. Had I fallen for someone I had only met three days prior? After dinner Miguel drove me back to my motel and walked me to my door. He told me what a wonderful time he had and said me we must do it again. He pulled me in for a tight hug, kissed me on the cheek and headed back to his car. As he got in he looked up at me and asked if I wanted to come stay with him. Before I could answer he said " I'll be here at noon to help you pack", and then he drove away. The next day I stopped by the bar. I ordered an ice water and thanked Nicholas for all that he had done for me. He gave me the best advice I had ever received, and changed my life for the better. When I walked in on Johnathon and that other woman, I planed on leaving for the weekend to straighten him out. I never planned on meeting the man of my dreams and completely forgetting about John, but that's exactly what happened. I am now sober and spending my days with someone who appreciates me. I am happy and my life is back on track. It just goes to show you that everything happens for a reason, whether it happens fast or slow.
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