"Hey gorgeous, can I get a vodka and lemonade please?" The busty blonde required pushing herself a little too far forward across the bar. Daryl was in no mood tonight with the busy customers coming in and out of the doors and numerous amounts of women with 6 inch heels, skanky dresses that were ridiculously short and the fruity stench of cheap perfume filling his nostrils was not helping. Besides all of the above.. he was fixated on one woman and one woman only for most of the entire evening. After usually being sat with a book, Carol had obviously had different plans tonight and mainly had her stool facing forward at the view of people dancing around the space and watched the world go by whilst listening to the fast beat music that covered the entire floor.
The next few nights had been the same ongoing routine.. she'd come in around 11pm and would be sat there until early hours of the morning mainly having a couple glasses of red or delving into conversation with Daryl himself. Ever since that night.. the night she'd practically offered herself to him as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.. but no, it didn't go any further as Daryl would like to think, the gentleman he was, that that situation could happen between them in the future but maybe not as quick. The conversation after that awkward situation fuzzed back through his mind..
"So, I know I shouldn't ask a woman such a private question.. but exactly how many men have you slept with since your ex husband?" Daryl asked wondering if she was going to slap him across the face any minute but instead she just sighed.
"I'm not a slut.. I don't just open my legs for any guy I set my eyes on. It's only been 8 months since we've separated.. and as soon as the divorce papers were finalised, I just broke down." she explained. "I remember being sat across from him in our kitchen having breakfast and thinking that I was the luckiest girl in the world. Then I was alone, sat on what was our couch.. downing a bottle of whiskey and crying til my head started hurting." Carol's face was in disgust as she spoke. She never cried or started to tear up because all the emotion had left her. They had left her months ago. "I guess I just act this way now because I was so hurt. I was broken.. I still am. But It's getting better day by day." she said with a sad smile and Daryl lowered his head. He could see how this had truly cut her deep.
"But, there's only been one." Daryl's head lifted and she began to speak. "About three weeks ago.. I was determined to find someone.. anyone really, just to make me feel better and make me feel whole again. It never worked. I left his the next morning feeling ashamed.. because it wash;t something the old Carol would have done." she said. "I was quite surprised at the male attention to be honest, the guy came up to me as soon as I sat at the bar." she laughed.
"Carol, you're beautiful." he replied not breaking eye contact with her. "You really are. And don't ever think that you should lower yourself to them standards again just because someone broke your heart. I know it must hurt but you're better than that." he smiled.
Carol was truly touched. This man was making her heard thud incredibly fast and she had only met him a few nights previous. She wanted to know more of him.. more of the man behind the brown flicks of hair just covering his solid crystal blue eyes.
"Have you ever had your heart broken?" she questioned searching for any evidence in his eyes.
He looked at her and told her the truth. "Honestly, no. I just guess I haven't found that certain someone yet. And when I do find her.. I will make sure she never has her heart broken ever again."
Daryl smiled remembering their conversation that night. The look on her face at his answer was interesting but all he could do was laugh when she replied with:
"Oh, shut the fuck up.. cheesy motherfucker." and with that, she took another sip at her red wine.
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Haha;-) ..To be continued!
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