Pt. 7 of A Single Girl's Life
Mr. Bartender's party was rocking and his friends were totally cool. I mean at first I felt a bit out of place since they were all in their mid twenties and here I was about to be 31 and partying like I was back in college. But I had a blast and he was so amazing that I had to give in to his gentleman tactics.
Mr. Bartender was so into me and he really made me feel like a princess, I didn't understand why he was single he seemed so perfect. After our crazy weekend together I thought I would invite him back to my place to watch a movie just so we could just chill since we both were going to have a crazy work week. During the movie his cell phone ranged and a picture came up on his phone of a little girl. The person calling was Rachel. He answered it and excused himself from the living room. At this point I mute my T.V. because I was trying to be noisy. He was whispering very low and the only words I could make out were "I'm sorry sweetie I will see you soon".
Okay so he had a chick on the side and she was a bit upset with him because she hadn't seen him. No big deal because I wasn't his girlfriend and he wasn't my man. When he came back in the door I asked him was everything ok. He looked a bit sad and just shook his head yes. Confused by his reaction I let it go. Ten minutes later he said he had to go because it was getting late. I knew something was wrong because he was in a rush to leave and his phone kept vibrating. I said you need to get back to the chick who wants to see you because I'm not into drama and it looks like you have it. He didn't respond. "Listen I had a great time in Atlantic City with you but call me when you get this situation handled. He still didn't respond.
Ok at this point I shut the T.V. off and I head to the front door. "Let's just end the night, I'm tired and I think you should go". Mr. Bartender gets up and walks to the door not even looking at me in the face. Finally he turns to me. "Miranda, I had an awesome time this weekend, I'm so sorry about the phone call. It's not what you think, I'm not dating anyone and I'm not attached at all". I didn't respond because I just wasn't in the mood to hear the bull that was going to come out his mouth. He stares at me hard trying to read my blank face. "Miranda, I'm being honest."
At this point I'm biting my nails because he is still at my front door and he is looking at me for a reaction. "What's your deal, please break the news to me".
He struggles to get his thoughts and words together. "That was my seven year old daughter calling". SHOCKED BY THE WORDS DAUGHTER
I stood there and had nothing to say. Not sure how long I stood there but I know Mr. Bartender was in his car and he was driving away.
A daughter! Okay really wasn't expecting that.
At this point I was done! Four men since breaking up with my ex and this single life scene was overrated!
Out came my favorite vanilla bean ice cream and the disgust of every man I've met.
Was I being cursed by God or was the devil really out to get me.
With my emotions running wild I did the worst thing ever, I called my ex and that conversation would change everything!
Check back to read Pt. 8
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