You're parched, your day was long, your heart is broken, you got a promotion, you're bored, you're engaged, your wife's out of town, your kids are at soccer camp, you got the girls number, it's finally Friday.
You're thirsty.
Little do you know, the thirstiest person in the bar is the person pouring your drinks.
The bartender.
She's thirsty.
She's got a thirst that's hard to quench.
It can't be quenched with scotch on the rocks or a dirty martini, straight up.
It's a thirst she's had her whole life; from deep within.
She's thirsty for some old fashioned politeness, for some kindness, and for a look in the eyes.
She's thirsty for a good laugh and a conversation that's alluring.
She's thirsty to change this universe, ya know, realign the stars!
She's thirsty to get back to her people; the ones who understand her desire.
She's thirsty to finish that book on her night stand.
She's thirsty to get home and squeeze her husband and giggle with her kids.
She's thirsty for a compliment and not a bogus complaint.
She's thirsty to clock out and chase her dream; she has epic dreams.
She's thirsty to see the entire planet.
She's thirsty to leave her mark on this world.
She's thirsty for a human to human interaction; instead of server to served on.
She's thirsty for some genuine, realness.
The truth is, she's funny- she could make you laugh. She's witty- she could make you think. She's confident- she could rip you to shreds. She's soft- she could comfort you to a point of vulnerability. She's eager- she could excite you about this life. She's mellow- she could teach you how to go with the flow. She's real- she could make you feel.
But you won't see her.
You'll see the bartender; the hands pouring your beer and mixing your drink.
You'll drink your drink, completely unaware of what your bartender offers to this world, besides a good drink, and how she could have touched your life.
And then, you'll leave, no longer thirsty.
She will stay; waiting for her thirst to dissipate.
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