Posted by admin Three years ago, I was walking down a cherry blossom-lined sidewalk at sunset. Spring had crept up on the city in a way that seemed to indicate that something important was about to happen. But on that particular day, I was in a rush; I’d signed up for a beginners’ bartending class. I was going to become a bartender. Unemployment stung worse than a wasp’s sting: It made me feel subpar and subhuman, and getting a job was my only goal. My walk turned into a run. I was determined not to be slowed down by lampposts that creeped onto sidewalks. And then, while waiting anxiously at cross the crosswalk, I saw him. He stood at just over six feet tall, and he had blond hair and aquamarine-blue eyes. He’d apparently just stepped out of a menswear magazine. That was the moment I should’ve known he was too good to be true. We briefly made eye contact, and he mouthed something I couldn’t hear through my ostentatious headphones. I took them off. “Pardon?” I s...
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