I was putting on my street clothes and thinking about the date that I was about to go on. Jackie was waiting for me at the nurses station when I found her.
"Ready," she asked me with a little grin.
"Ya," I said.
We walked out the door and too her car. I slid into the passenger set as she started to drive to the bar.
"This is a nice place," I said as I opened up the door for her.
"I come here about two times a week," she said walking to the bar. "I want my usual," she said to the bar tender.
"Alright Jackie," he said. "What can I get for your friend?"
"I will have a beer," I said.
Jackie took my hand to a booth in the back corner. The bar tender brought our drinks and some food.
"You look really pretty," I said making her smile.
"You are so smooth with the lines," she said to me.
"In high school I was voted the most smooth," I said causing her to laugh.
"You are funny," she said taking a sip of her drink.
I heard the door open and I looked up. In walked my sister and our new friends. It did not bother me one bit. This was a crowded bar. She would have to be looking for me to find me.
"So tell me about yourself," she said picking up a chicken wing.
"My full name is Jordan Morgan Grey," I said. "I was born in Seattle. Then when I was six we moved to Boston. I was top of my class at Harvard Medical School. I play softball in my free time. I have a twin sister. My favorite food is spaghetti.
"Why did you move to Boston," she asked.
"My dad left my mom," I said know that the baggage was about to be opened. "Then the man that my mom loved left her for his wife. So she packed up me and my sister up and went to Boston."
"I am sorry to hear that," she said.
"Don't be sorry," I said. "It was my moms fault. She fell in love with a man that was not my dad. She thought that dad would be around for her even when the man that she loved was not."
She nodded her head. I could see that she was trying to process the information.
"I told you that I had a lot of baggage," I said to her.
"That you did," she said finishing her drink.
"Well you process the information I am going to get you another drink," I said as I grabbed her glass and my beer.
I walked to the bar and found my sister and our friends laughing.
"Hey I said to them," I said to them when I got to the bar.
"So this is where your date is," Meredith said.
I got the bar tenders attention and he started working on the drink. "Yes it is," I said to her.
"How is it going," she asked?
"I think I scared her off," I said taking a drink from my beer.
"How could you do that you just started dating," Izzie asked me.
"I told her I had a lot of baggage," I said picking up her drink. "When I told her about it she became really quit. She said that she just needed to process the information. But I know the difference."
Meredith rubbed my back. "Maybe this time it will be different."
I shook my head. "I only rubbed the surface. I have not even talked about France."
Meredith's face said it all. She and I both knew that Jackie was not going to be in the booth when I got back. It happened a lot to me. I opened the bags that I carried and when people saw what was inside they ran away.
"Maybe this time it will be different," she said trying to put on a brave face for me.
"Ya," I said, "maybe."
I went back to the booth and sure enough Jackie was not there. In her place was a note:
Sorry to have to do this to you but I need some time to process this on my own. I know that we just started talking to each other but I had now idea how much stuff you carried around. I believe that there is more to come. I will see you tomorrow and we can talk some more. I hope to see you tomorrow.
I grabbed the note, the plate of wings, and my beer and went back to were the gang was sitting.
"You guys can have this," I said putting down the wings. Then I handed Meredith the note.
She read then gave it back to me. I crumbled it up into a ball and throw it on the bar.
"Why does it always happen to me," I asked her. "Am I really that bad a person."
"No you are not," Meredith said. "Some people can not handle the broken people."
"I hope you know that I am going to ignore her like the plague," I said.
"So you should," Meredith said pulling me into a hug. "You will find the girl that can handle all of the baggage one day."
"I know," I said pulling out of the embrace and taking a sip from my drink. "Right now I just need beer and my friends."
"How about the girl that is looking at you," Christina asked me pointing to a red head in the corner that keep looking at me.
"Go for it," Meredith said. "You deserve to have a dirty dance with a girl that you will never see again."
"No I am good," I said. "Because every time that it starts to happen that way the girl always finds me."
"Whatever," Meredith said.
"Can I ask you a question," George said swallowing a wing whole.
"Yes," I said.
"How do you get girls to look at you," he asked?
"You have to be sure of yourself," I said. Then the light went on in my head. "Grab your beer and follow me."
"Where are we going," he said standing up.
"The red head has a friend," I said. "She has been looking at you."
"She is really pretty," he said.
"I am going to help you get her," I said to him.
"Alright," he said.
Me and George walked over to the girls.
"Hey," I said to them. "My name is Jordan and this is my friend George."
"Nice to meet you," the red head said. "My name is Veronica and this is my friend Hannah."
"Nice to meet you both," I said pushing George slightly towards Hannah.
We started talking to the girls and got there numbers as last call was made. Me and George meet up with the others outside the bar.
"How did it feel," I asked George.
"Really good," he said.
I smirked at him. "Alright it is time for bed."
"It is only two am," Christina said.
"Well you guys can keep parting but I have to be at work in six hours," I said strutting over to the car.
"Night guys see you tomorrow," Meredith said walking over to the car.
When we got home I took a shower then went to bed. Thinking about how tomorrow I was going to be faced with the horrible truth. How some people could not deal with my baggage.