Chris looked down at his glass in a mixture of sadness, loneliness and shame because he didn’t think he would be in a single bar ever again in his life yet alone on what should have been his honeymoon.
He looked at his hand, most of all his ring finger, where his wedding band should have been but Amy had disappeared the morning of the wedding leaving only a letter. A letter explaining that she had fallen in love with someone else and couldn’t marry him, that was confirmed only hours later while he was sitting in what had been their apartment that had been cleared out of her stuff in the middle of the night by multiple photos of her marrying the guy in Vegas in the same wedding dress she was suppose to wear to their wedding.
He had been standing up at the altar and worse was that it was too late to get any refunds on all the money he had spent.
His sister had talked him into going on the honeymoon cruise to get away from everything and he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise anyhow. The fact that bars opened at 8am and closed at 3am and as part of his wedding package he had unlimited drinks was a main reason he decided to go.
So here he was sitting at the single’s bar with a broken heart and a drink in his hands.
He didn’t understand why Amy had left him, he knew he wasn’t a super model but he felt he was good looking, she had said he was good in bed and while he didn’t have the best job in the world at the moment but he had just finished his Computer Engineering degree so he would be making bank in the future. Everything was looking up for him when he got up on the day which should have been when he married the love of his life. Now instead he sat in this bar.
He nursed a whiskey and looked around the room. There were some good-looking women in the bar but in truth he hadn’t had to ask anyone out since he first started Amy in high school. They had dated three years of high school, all of college and had been together for almost 8 years when she ran off with another man. She had been his first for almost everything and now she was in Vegas somewhere with her “husband” and he was in this bar looking down at his empty glass of whiskey.
Suddenly there was movement in the seat beside him as someone sat down.