They walked into the bar that Friday night not knowing each other.
He bumped into her on the way to the bathroom. It was awkward enough to break the ice. He promised her a drink when he got back. She took him up on it.
Later that night, as they drunkenly made out, he wondered where she’d been all his life while she obsessed over how nice he smelled.
Forty years later, they still don’t know each other. And that’s the way they like it.
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