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You left the room shortly after I got in. I only know it because someone told me;

«You just missed her» they said, «I’m sure you would have fallen for her

I went that night because I had nothing else to do. Beer in hand, fleeting from table to table, chatting the chats that strangers in a bar tend to have. The most trivial and the most important—both can be trusted to a friendly, inebriated stranger that won’t be here tomorrow morning.

Later, I found old friends at a table—not a hard thing to happen in a small city with few good watering holes. A chance encounter always deserves a toast, even if the chances are high.

We started with Gin and Tonics, then replaced the Gin with Mezcal, and the Tonics with Beer. We started with how we’ve been, then replaced it with how we wish we were. We started with your new partner, then replaced it with my chronic singleness.

«You just missed her» they said, «I thought you knew her already

I was told you were very pretty. That everyone had crushes on you, that you were my type, or I was yours, I can’t remember now, my head is killing me.

I was told you were very pretty, but never told why. I would rather know what you look like. That way I wouldn’t have spent these days wondering who you are. Are you the bookish one at the café or the extroverted one at the bookshop? The one in suit and tie or the braless carefree at the skate park?

I was told you were very pretty, and now I have to believe it.

Based on a true story.


I was told you were very pretty.

That interests me. Three different people say that about you, all separately. That is certainly unusual, to say that about a male.

So now I am watching for you. A pretty man. Not handsome, not athletic, not studly, not attractive. Pretty.

I personally have never felt pretty. I was often described as "cute" when I was younger. Ick. I hate "cute". Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. A woman? Well, it's ok to call a guy cute as long as it's said cutely. Ick, cute, WAY to diminish me.

I did not and do not want to be pretty. It attracts the wrong sort of attention. People also assume airhead in women. Especially beautiful women. I have white hair and am now in the entirely ignorable postmenopausal old woman stage. I like it, you can really get away with a lot.

But a man described as "pretty". I did not say, "What do you mean?" I know all three people reasonably well and they each have a slightly different meaning to the word pretty.

So I am looking for you, Mr. Pretty Man. Because I am curious. Meee-ow




They were talking about you 


They did not mention your favorite book or

your favorite movie 


They didn't say which sweaters you prefer or

the scent of your candles


I did not hear anything about your skill at piano,   nor 

your water skiing.  


I was told you were very pretty 


The same could be said for The Eiffel tower

I suppose 

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