RECENT INCIDENTS IN MY LOVE LIFE #7

by Lucy Baker
 
I am out to dinner with this guy I’ve been seeing, Jake, and two other couples.  We are at a BYOB restaurant downtown.  There has been a miscommunication, and five out of the six of us have brought bottles of wine. 
 
We drink them all.
 
By the time we finish dessert, Jake’s arm is around the back of my chair, and his thumb is kneading the spot between my shoulder blades.  He asks me if I want to go back to his place in Brooklyn.
 
I say yes.
 
We stop at a bar in Park Slope on the way.  Jake wants to say hello to some of his friends.  He buys me one beer, and then another.
 
At 3 a.m., he dances me down the street to his apartment.  Upstairs, he asks me if I’d like more wine.  I try to say no, thanks, but he’s already uncorked the bottle.  He pours two big glasses. 
 
Fortunately, we don’t get around to drinking them.
 
The next morning they are still there, two warm tumblers of Chardonnay, on the bedside table.
 
He chugs them both.

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