Left Out

(Jeff’s Thoughts)

Walking back to the hotel, all the conversations Kendra and I had kept on running inside my mind.

There are many things I didn’t know about her, things that I should know about her. I am her fiance after all.

“But why do I feel so left out? Why hasn’t she even shared this important information about her life? Am I not worth it?”

So instead of going straight to the hotel room, I drop by the hotel bar and sit at the counter, and order some drinks.

“Evening, man. What can I get you?” a bartender with a happy mood comes in.

I lift my head and nod at him, “Yeah, can I get some scotch?”

“Clean or on the rocks?” he asks while preparing the glass.

“On the rocks, bro, and make it two,” I order.

“Oh, somebody’s starting really strong, tonight, any problems, man?” the bartender keeps on asking questions.

“nothing, just wedding blues,” this is the excuse that I give.

“Ohh,” he seems happy about it, “Congratulations, man! And good luck!” then he laughs out loud.

“Huh! A