Joe watched his brother hitting on his best girl, the one he was in love with but wouldn’t date because he just couldn’t let one woman be all things to him.
That would make him dependent and if there was anything he prized, it was his freedom and independence.
She was “just a friend” but the guys all knew what that meant and stayed away from her.
What’s wrong with him, she asked, he keeps glaring at us.
Baby brother likes his bottles full and his women empty unlike me, he said, and led her out of the bar to a waiting cab.
Joe eyed up the perky blonde bartender as he downed his whiskey, thinking one night with her might be the perfect antidote to a broken heart.
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