Prompts:

1. Leave the lights on
2. I held my breath
3. Emotions began unraveling

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My ex is my ex for a lot of reasons. Most of his flaws weren’t all that big, but they were aggravating as hell. The only reason I didn’t leave him years ago was some obscure thought that I could train him, you know, teach him some manners and maybe even instill in him a bit of common sense. I should’ve known better.

I met Dan about 12 years ago, I guess, I was in one of my funky go-get-it-girl moods. I let him pick me up at that bar on 14th St. near the Fiddleford Hotel. He was pretty good-looking in those days, not tall, not short, just kind of comfortably in-between, with curly hair and glasses that kept slipping off his nose. When he smiled at me, though, I felt a kind of tingly warmth that reached from my shoulder blades right down to my toes, like a warm blanket on a cold night. I sent a smile right back out to him and hoped he’d make the next move. When he did, I was ready for it. I held my breath and planned the perfect answer for whatever line he’d come up with.

Dan walked over to where I was sitting and said, “Excuse me, but you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone.”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him although it was so dark in there he probably couldn’t see it anyway.

“Oh,” I said, “do you have a better idea?”

His glasses reflected the light from the back of the bar but I could see his dark eyes blink.

“Well,” he said, “maybe you have a friend you could call or something.” He nodded as if he found that solution completely satisfying and turned to go back to the table he’d left. The idiot!

I grabbed at his sleeve.

“Wait a minute. You seem to be alone, too. Why don’t you join me, then I won’t be alone. Nobody would give me any trouble then, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He shuffled around a bit, and somehow I ended up sitting at his little table. Okay, so I guess you could say I really picked him up instead of the other way around, but from what I could see, he looked nice enough. I thought, not for the first time, that it would help a girl know what she was getting into if these places would just leave the lights on instead of depending on neon and candles.

Well, that’s

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This is my first try at putting something in WordPress using Dragon Naturally Speaking. If you find a bunch of errors in this piece, blame the software (even though the fault is mostly in my careless editing!)

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