A Date With Reality

Bright lights, two faces peering down at me, and a beeping sound. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my manager together with his friend sitting beside my bed. I woke up in a hospital. That is when I found out what had happened to me. 

My manager told me that the client had drugged my drink. He was taken by police and that he had admitted everything that he had done straight away. I was in the hospital for one whole night and was discharged in the morning. I was really angry and scared, both at the same time. 

After getting discharged, my manager and his friend took me out for lunch. We talked about what had happened. He assured me that I need not to worry and that the client will not bother me again. I didn’t press any charges on him due to the fear of being exposed. I took some time off to digest what had happened.

Three days later and return back to work. More cautious of anyone who called me and tried to meet me. During the three days off I learned the harsh reality of life.  Life isn’t always strawberries and cupcakes, it does throw lemons at you and you need to make a lemonade out of it. 

My started becoming more normal as the days passed. I started going out with friends again and on one particular night I saw someone. I didn’t exactly see his face. It was in a bar and he was holding a tray.  I figured he was a bartender. As much as I tried, I couldn’t see his face. He was tall, curly hair, good built and in a rush. And then he disappeared into the crowd. 

The following week, I went back to the same bar in the hope that he was a bartender there and that he’d be there again. I was right and he was there. I met one of my friends at the bar and he was introducing me to someone. As soon as I saw that “someone”, I knew that he was the guy I had come back to that bar for. I had never seen him before. His angelic face took over my heart. Suddenly all the noise disappeared, I could hear my own heartbeat, I couldn’t stand straight because my legs were getting wobbly and I had butterflies in my tummy.  Something was different about him. 

I want to tell him so much that I had been feeling different for the past week since I saw him and that he was making me feel different but all that came out of my mouth was “HI”. He served me some non-alcoholic drinks and went back behind the bar. From the corner of the bar I was looking at him, wanting so much to talk to him, to know him but the butterflies in my tummy wouldn’t let me. The night ended and I asked my friend if the bartender that he had introduced me to, worked there every week? After confirming that he did, I couldn’t wait until next week arrived…

Was I able to talk to him? Did we have something or could we have something together? Keep following my blogs to know what happened next. 

Andy xx

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An escort, a girlfriend, a daughter and a sister.

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