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She smiled at me with that cute, adorable smile I have grown to know and love and headed out.
After climbing Burger King's corporate ladder, I had finally attained the position of regional financial manager for the entire state.
She loved kids but had none of her own, which was a relief to me.
She seemed well kept and stable, and wasn't a bad looker either.
She found that so romantic and flew into my arms, screaming yes to the skies. I moved out of my shitbox apartment and into her home.
I always admired the cozy feel of her two bedroom ranch house. As I was moving my final things in, I noticed how much of a mess I was making, with my boxes of stuff and all.
Smiling at her and thanking her for her listening ear (no wonder I had been single for so long...) , I got up to the next table. Despite the torment in her life, she never seemed depressed about it.
While doing so, I closed my phone by accident and realized that I never saved her number, so it was lost forever. Either she was incredibly optimistic about life or she was one of the best actors I had ever seen; either way, I was willing to take a shot. It turned out that she had some bad meetings at this particular convention herself, and wanted to take off to do something more fun.
I sensed a thread of compassion intertwined between all that stress and trauma, willing to lend an ear to anyone that felt the same pain as her. Apparently she used to be a regular at another pool hall by her old house, winning local tournaments and making a name for herself, and she wanted to check out the scenery here.
I was truly transfixed by her presence, drawn to her character. I wasn't too shabby at the table game myself, so I was excited.
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