You were handsome, polite, a good tipper, and - most importantly - a funny and social guy.

You walked into my bar on a Wednesday night recently with your brown plaid shorts on, and I served you a rye and ginger. "Whiskey and ginger-ale" is what you called it. More cute. Your friend won our 50/50 draw and you teased him about buying you all drinks.

I'm listing all these details because I'm sitting here remembering them with a smile on my face, yes, and because I'm kicking myself for not flirting back with you a little harder when I could tell you were flirting, and because it's so so so so rare to find a guy my age who isn't married, pathetic, crazy, boring, or all of the above, and - most importantly - I'm writing down the night in hopes that you will read this, recognize yourself, and come back into my bar sometime.

I'll flirt back like it's my job, baby. I work a lot of Wednesdays... —Blonde Bartender