He stood up to make his way to the bar to get us drinks touching my shoulder as he passed by. A few minutes later a glass of cold beer was sitting in front of me. We were not strangers. I had met him a year before through Jay who I was dating at the time and we had run into each other occasionally. One night he asked me out and at first I reluctantly agreed. It made me uncomfortable that he was friends with my ex. He assured me he had not seen him in over a year. There was one thing Scotty was good at, making women feel important. He had used this skill to get me to agree to go out with him. He was charming, good looking and other women wanted to date him. So the night he asked me out I gave him my phone number. He called me as soon as I got home to make sure I had given him the correct number. I wondered how much of his charm was an act and how much was real. I decided not to care.
The room around us was filled with smoke from cheap cigarettes and the smell of cheap beer permeated everything. That night I didn’t notice, all I saw was the man sitting in front of me telling me his life story.