There she was again, the woman at the bar. Larry approached her and tried his best to exude confidence, but his lack of acting skill betrayed him. He melted before the woman’s awesome visage. His inner critics laughed till he puked, then they laughed some more.
Then he looked up and she was still there, smiling. He turned and ran out of the bar. He stood trying to catch his breath and steady his nerves. Then there she was, standing next to him.
“You have the soul of a mighty warrior.” She touched his cheek. Give me your phone number.
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