I laughed, as I've been attempting to start going to the gym again, after gaining some weight. He actually was a pretty cool guy, he told me about a gym he just joined. He told me his name is Edward, he moved to the area only a few months ago, got a nice ranch house with a built in pool, is dating but nothing serious, like me just got out of a serious relationship with a woman a few months ago. I didn't mind, it was nice to talk to a stranger for awhile, and help keep my mind off the long workday I had. He ordered a beer, and began to make small talk with me about the game. He sported a very neat goatee, and dressed in a preppy type of sweater, with fitted jeans.
He was I'd say in his early 30's, like me, about 6'3", skinny, yet built, and his skin color was as black as charcoal. Midway through my second drink, this man takes a seat next to me. The bar was fairly crowded, which was good, kept the bartender busy, and left me alone to enjoy my drink and watch the Yankee game. I sat at my usual spot, made a few pleasantries with the bartender, and began to sip on my drink. Well, for me it is the most relaxing place, where I can be myself, get a little drunk, watch the game, and relax. You know that kind of bar, where everyone knows your name. I made my way to my favorite bar, one I frequent 2-3 times a week. I had a date with this girl I met last week at a Convention in Atlantic City, but I just couldn't bare it tonight, I needed a drink badly. It was 8'o clock at night, and I had worked a long ass day, my brain felt as if it was about to explode, I needed to relax myself, and clear my head.