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Aaron Grossman
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God I remember that night like it was yesterday. I had just moved to Boston to fill a position at an up-and-coming law firm. While I had met a nice group of people my age at the firm I wasn’t nearly the man about town that I had been during college. I accepted the fact that my days as an out all night partier were over and I settled into the one night-out a week with friends routine. Out of the few younger people at work I got to know a handful well, and we began to spend a majority of our free time together. There was Kevin who I actually graduated college with, Garren who was a bit of a loud-mouth but all in all a good guy, and Kylene who was a guys girl, she had a bit of a potty mouth and a wicked chip on her shoulder. Like I said we developed a one night out a week routine where we would pick from one of the few bars that suited our late-twenty something early-thirty something tastes, and we would spend an evening winding down and celebrating the end of another work week. On the Thursday night in question we chose O’briens, a trendy bar with an Irish Pub vibe; harps and shamrocks carved into dark finished-wood booths, Guinness on tap, the whole bit. When we got there Kylene, Garren, and Kevin chose a table while I grabbed a round of drinks to start off the night. It sounds totally cheesy but while I was waiting for our drinks I noticed her coming out of the ladies room talking on her cell phone. I obviously thought she was attractive right away. She was wearing a cute black top, and grey jeans with a big silver belt buckle. I chuckled to myself because the belt buckle looked like something a truck driver or a rodeo rider would wear. As she made her way closer to the bar I noticed that she looked frustrated. She stepped up to the bar and I made out the last bit of her phone conversation, “…no, no, it’s ok I understand. I’m just going to have one drink and head home. I hope you feel better.” She hung up the phone and stared at the busy bartender’s back. It was when she looked over to me and offered a polite purse-lipped smile that I realized what gorgeous brown eyes she had. Completely stunned I acted out of reflex, “Did you get stood up?” I asked. She smirked and said, “I guess you could say that. I was supposed to meet a girlfriend for drinks, but I guess it’s going to be an earlier night than I had expected.” I nodded in understanding as the bartender handed me the four drinks I had ordered. I don’t know where I got the guts to make my next move; I just knew that I didn’t want this beautiful girl to leave the bar without at least learning her name. I cleared my throat and spoke, “well maybe this is a little strange because we don’t know each other, but I’m here with a few friends and we have room for one more in our booth. You are more than welcome to join us if you’d like.” I swallowed and waited for what I was sure would be polite declination. Instead she smiled and said, “you know, that sounds really, really nice. I’m Michele by the way.” “Aaron” I said and smiled. She got her drink and we made our way over to the booth. I introduced her to the gang and we spent the whole rest of the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. Needless to say that was not the last I would see of my Michele, but that was where it all started.
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