Two Girls in a Bar

So I had a fight with my wife. It is always the same: you forgot to do that, or you didn't do that.. Haven’t I reminded you three times to fix it, and you still ignored me...

Yes, I did, but I must have had a reason. People always do. In any case, I got really upset this time, and rushed outside, grab the taxi and asked the driver to take me to the bar in the next town, the one that my friend —the old-timer — told me about. You know, the place where always something going on. They function like a middleman or something. Whatever you need, they can get it for you.

I didn't need anything special this time, just a drink. Irish whiskey that they served was good and cheap, so I ordered another one. At that moment I began to look around and noticed two highly attractive women sitting in the corner, and it seemed that they were looking at me as well. So I grabbed my glass and mastering all my balancing power, walked toward them. Hi, I say, I don't really like to drink alone.

Sure, just sit on the other side of the table, one answered. Her voice was husky and with a slight accent, that immediately conjured up some cobblestone streets, wooden shutters, and smell of freshly baked pastry. And then she said, please to meet you. My name is Nostalgia, and this beautiful girl here is my sister, Depression.

Nostalgia's smile was so alluring. I could not take my eyes off her, and immediately began to develop the strategy of separating her from her sister and taking her somewhere where we could enjoy each other company.

As if reading my mind, Nostalgia said to me: Depression is my twin sister, and we are so close, that we never get separated. So by you looks, you are a person who has something interesting to share with us. And we'd like to spend time with you, but it have to be both of us.

To be honest, as much as I liked Nostalgia's demeanor and looks, I didn't want to share her with anyone. I just wanted to hang out with her. Furthermore, there was something empty and cold in the Depression's eyes. It was as if she didn't really see me --or rather that she saw only the wall behind me.

Suddenly, I noticed that my glass was empty, so I walked to the barman for refill. Great ladies, he said. I'll tell you, Mister. I've seen them here before, and I've noticed how Nostalgia was staring at you. You are her type of a guy. And don't mind Depression. She usually sits in the corner and stares at the wall. Of course, if you pursue her with all your heart, she might answer in kind, but I hear, she is very jealous type, and does not like to let anyone out of her embrace once she gets intimate with you.

Somehow, the idea of being constantly embraced by Depression didn't appeal to me, mesmerizing as the embrace of her arms could be. I was still hoping to do things with my arms, rather than tying them up by embracing Nostalgia and Depression.

As I began to sober up contemplating my options, I've heard a familiar voice. "Darling, I've been looking for you everywhere, please come home, I promise to be more spare in my demands and reprimands." I raised my eyes, and saw my wife. My dear Daily-Routine. Never thought that I would miss her so much. Her familiar features looked so sweet, so reassuring. I followed her and didn't even look back at the two beauties sitting in the corner.