(Jeff’s Thoughts)
Walking back to the hotel, all the conversations Kendra and I had keep on running inside my mind.?
There are many things I didn’t know about her, things that I should know about her. I am her fiance after all.?
“But why do I feel so left out? Why hasn’t she even shared these important information about her life? Am I not worth it?”?
So instead of going straight to the hotel room, I dropby the hotel bar and sit at the counter, and order some drinks.?
“Evening, man. What can I get you?” a bartender with a happy mood comes in.?
I lift my head and nod at him, “Yeah, can I get some scotch?”
“Clean or on the rocks?” he asks while preparing the glass.?
“On the rocks, bro, and make it two,” I order.?
“Oh, somebody’s starting really strong, tonight, any problems, man?” the bartender keeps on asking question.?
“nothing, just wedding blues,” this is the excuse that I give.?