100 Words - S.A.D

empty bar stools
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I sat in my car outside the bar waiting for my need for company to eclipse my introvertitude. It happened between beers four and five.

Inside the bar I was already too drunk to make any connection with anyone. The bartender was hesitant to serve me at first but saw that I’m a passive drunk so she kept them coming.

I used to be the creepy nerd who stared at women in bars, never saying anything. Now I’m the creepy old man who stares at women and says inappropriate things. They smile and walk away.

Closing time is lonely again.