Time for a refill. I zigzag through the labyrinth of a crowd to get to the bar. Shoot. My ex is here.
Peculiar feeling at first since I haven’t seen him in at least a year. Not sure if I’ve avoided him or he’s avoided me. Whatever! I’ll make the first move. I’m a big girl. “Hi, stranger.” Darn it, he still has the smile.
  “You’re looking nice, as usual,” he turns and says.
  Wrong thing to say when he dumped me for an ugly, arrogant hussy. I’m not bitter. I find women to be the most beautiful creatures on the planet. Hey, as they say, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I say, someone needs to hold her face down in the sand. She’s butt ugly. Guess there’s much to say about a “Miss Bucky” who will do what she does best for her man, on command. I won’t say it, though. He must be happy as a frickin’ lark with that creature feature. Anyway, I did say I’m not bitter.
  “Thank you, Jacey.” I point my derriere in his direction and go to the other end of the bar. After getting my drink and chatting with the bartender for a while, I head back to the front.
  His eyes are glued to my backside so I strut a little harder. ‘Yes, I’ll always be a tease, Jacey,’ I think to myself as I start moving to the music. He watches me for about an hour before approaching me with a drink. “Girl at the bar knew what to make before I ordered.” He smiles and hands it to me.
  “Told her my next one was on you,” I reply, chuckling.
  “No problem. You alone tonight?” he asks.
  I place my empty glass on the corner table behind me. As I continue to sway to the music, I realize he’s waiting for a response. “Well, Jay, you know me,” I whisper into his ear.