Boy with the Dragon Tattoo...

So this whole journal was actually inspired by an interaction I had last night.

Yesterday sorta sucked in the morning. I went to work...had drama there (no need to worry about the details)..my bra broke (underwire RIGHT IN THE BOOBIE)... but I was grateful to get off early.

I had been chatting with Moral Orel and we decided to meet up downtown and get some drinks. I found a place that has a 3.00 drink happy hour like a few blocks from work.

Ended up being in pain, so I wanted to go home and get medicine first and change my bra before we hooked up. Moral Orel suggested I come pick him up since we live pretty close by each other and one car makes more sense.

Pick up the boy and head over to happy hour!

Walk in and the place is busy! I was kinda surprised...it was a Tuesday after all.

Took a seat in the very corner of the bar and ordered a couple of beers.

We had some great conversations...eventually got to put the election results on the TV that was right above our heads and ordered a few munchies.

This whole time I have my eye on this guy working the floor. His presence was amazing. He was well over 6' tall and head shaved. His left arm was covered in some beautiful tattoo work. All I could make out from where I was sitting was the Asian lettering on the underside of his arm.

Looking at him and the way he commanded things...I swore he had to be the floor manager.

So I asked the bartender...who herself was an amazing human being. She was SLAMMED and just made it work. I made sure to say please and thank you to her a lot. I mean, she is across the street from a college...kids can be rude and I could tell she was a bit frazzled but holding her own. She was lovely.

But anyways...I asked her if he was the floor manager and she said, "No, he is just a waiter."

I knew he wasn't JUST anything. I wanted to know more and head more and so I decided before I left that I would speak to him. I wanted to know if his voice matched his physique...I was just drawn to this person. He wasn't hot or sexy or whatever normally people mean when they say they are drawn to someone.

So I walked up to him and complemented his tattoos. He was thrilled. We talked for a few minutes and I left totally high on life.

I now have a memory with someone. A shared experience. Something special and new.

Those are the moments I hold onto in life. Knowing that maybe...someday...this guy will look back and remember me just as I look back and remember him.

That is how you live forever.... in memories.