“Sorry, guy. You’re really nice to look at and you seem to be pretty suave. The truth of the matter is simple, though. I’m a little blue tonight and just want to be left alone.”
“I can respect that,” he said, smiled, and leaned into my left cheek. The Latino sweetheart dabbed a kiss to the cheek, pulled away, and smiled again. “You take care of yourself, man. Get rid of the blue and try to have some fun tonight.”
Brooks left my side and saddled up to the bar between two Latino jocks who immediately took an interest in his cowboy good looks. Both started a conversation with the stranger.
Good for him, I thought, pleased to know that he could bounce back and recover so quickly from my rejection.