Leah spotted him across the bar. Posh place this was and he didn't really fit in. Everyone was in small groups during their adventurous Thursday night out. He kept his jacket on and zipped up all the way, standing at the bar with what she thought was a cider. She saw him drink the end of one and saw him order another. Alcohol goes straight to the head especially if you haven't eaten in awhile. The first pint she had was only half gone and was starting to make her feel fuzzy inside.
She didn't fit in either. Here she was with a drink and a book after work. Feeling a bit worse for wear, she had lost her sock at work for undisclosed reasons. Maybe it was hanging out somewhere and she had no idea. Who knows.
A woman and man were sitting next to her. They looked like they were obviously getting to know each other. They both looked nice. She was playing flirty. She was in charge. Leah hoped the woman knew this. All women are. In charge that is. Arrogance is a turnoff, but a confidence in loving oneself, well, no one can take that away. Anyone who tries to tell you different with the intention of hurting you and making themselves feel better are pure scum. Anyone who might be telling you something out of genuine care/concern/love, ok, listen up with a grain of salt. On further thought, Lead took back her comment about people being scum. They just don't know how to deal with their own emotions and self. Be a better person and have a bit of compassion, but just enough so you don't get dragged into their shit. We are all deep in our own shit from time to time. It's something that no one really wants to get into, so if they do, then you've got a friend for life.
Leah diverged so much in her thoughts she lost track of what was going on. Nothing much for now. She got lost her book. Only the whole of space-time, past, present and future is real, hmmm, so much to tell us Brian Greene.
Leah looks up at jacket man and it is clear he is eyeing her in a particular way. Are we the only non-wankers here on own or only wankers here on our own? Hah, whatever. Nothing is going to happen between Lead and him. She’s got a husband right now, her plate is full. Nothing physical at least, but is there something unspoken, unsaid happening and what difference does it really make? Maybe in the end it's a slight comfort in not feeling so alone in the world. As she was thinking these thoughts she suddenly felt really dizzy. This was not something she usually feels after one drink. It stopped after she stopped that trail of thinking. It was like she was being transported by her own thoughts to a place one might go while on acid. Whoa.
She ordered another drink and doesn’t want it anymore. That's ok she can just sit and read with it on her table.