Boozing in the evening.
There was a time when I did that every couple of days, same place each time, just so that I had a chance of meeting a girl I fancied, before I had her phone number.
I did get her phone number in the end.
But it didn’t work out.
Was that last year? Or the year before?
I shouldn’t worry.
Remembering is pointless after all.
Right now I’ve got the bar to myself and there really is nothing else worth thinking about