The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my mom, Patricia, about how she first met my dad. This was a story that I heard a couple times before this interview process. This memory is important to her because it's when she really met the person with whom she wanted to spend her life with. Original Artwork by Kyle Crossan

There were only three of us left. Everyone else in our group had already decided to call it a night and left the bar for the comfort of their couches. That wouldn’t stop us from having a great night though. The three of us have been by each other’s side since high school. I was thankful Anna came out with us tonight, she tended to keep us in check. She was probably going to have to do just that if this bitch didn’t stop slamming her shoulder into me. 

I was trying to have a conversation with one of the guys who had offered to buy me a drink. As it would turn out, Bachelor #3 of the evening was not as single as he had pretended to be. Blondie over here must have been his girlfriend. Not my fault her man can’t keep his eyes on his own paper. Making one final attempt to get back to my friends, I saw his girlfriend on her way back over toward us. I was the bigger person and thought maybe she’d realize I wasn’t a threat. 

Nope. Her shoulder went right into mine and set me off balance. She even had the audacity to sit in my recently vacated seat. I’d never advocate for violence but at some point you have to stand up for yourself. She was making some halfhearted apology about how she hadn’t seen me when I gripped the back of her hair and smashed her face into the bar. No blood, no fowl. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

I didn’t wait for an answer as I walked across the room and slid into the booth that I had been sharing with Anna and Kelli for most of the night. Dipping a fry in ranch, I looked up and schooled my face into something serious.

“Someone should help her. I think she slipped.”

This got a cackle out of Kelli and the three of us watched as one of the bouncers escorted Blondie and her boyfriend outside. Anna quickly pointed out that another bouncer was headed straight toward our booth. Bright blue eyes seemed to linger on me when he finally reached the table. I had the sense that he was the slightest bit nervous but he hid it well.

“I’m James. I’ve seen you in here a couple times. Mind if I buy you a drink?”

Leaving a near empty glass at the table, I walked with him to the bar. We found two open seats and while the bartender was making our drinks, James was asking about the possibility of taking me out to dinner the following night. I nodded my consent and we spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything. As last call was being served, Anna and Kelli came up to ask if I was ready to go. Before we left, I wrote my number down on a napkin for him.

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I interviewed my mom, Patricia, about how she first met my dad. This was a story that I heard a couple times before this interview process. This memory is important to her because it's when she really met the person with whom she wanted to spend her life with. Original Artwork by Kyle Crossan

Decade: 1990s
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Recorded by Kyle Crossan on April 27, 2020
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