I have to get of here. I can't stand these people. I… I just want to forget, forget it all, alone. Why did I talk? I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have known better.
No, it was the right thing to do. They deserved to know the truth. They still do.
He had come to the corner pub to drown his sorrows, to get away from it, away from the mess that had become his life. It was early evening and the bar was almost empty. It was perfect. He just wanted to be alone. He signaled the bartender and ordered a beer. When that was finished, he ordered again, and again, and again. He drank until the pub started to fill, until the stools that had stood empty beside him filled with people, lots of people, chatty people.
He was an attractive man, at least the ladies seemed to think so, but he wasn't in the mood. He didn't feel like waking up tomorrow feeling no better than tonight, but in a stranger's bed. No, he had to leave.
Hurryingly leaving the establishment, he turned around to get a better look at the guy sitting a couple of meters away.
Was he checking me out? What kind of vibes am I sending out today anyways?
The door clanked behind him and he disappeared into the dark, noisy streets of New York City.