The Time I Tried To Fix It Myself.

Unexpected Help Came Instead..

Thursday nights were typical for us girls - it was how we started the weekends. At work, excitement builds for the After work, Meet up - for the local hot spot. Being, in my twenties & being able to hang without asking permission; I guess, was the exciting thing for me; because, the party outcome was always typical. Yet, I nursed the same hope most Thursday nights- that maybe, this is the night some nice guy will be bold enough to help entertain me.

After years of this routine and dressing up for it, Thursday night after Thursday night, my gal-pal seemed to be the one, who often won the prize of getting hit on. As for me, my super power, was: Never, ever, having to pull out a dollar from my purse.

In fact, the bartenders had a thing, where they fondly fought over where I would sit at the bar. Told to me on numerous occasions, I was good for tips - Yeah, you heard me, tips! In my clubbing days if a man saw that you were drinking, buying you one was considered a favorable nod. Therefore, drinks would be sent to me the whole while I was there- some fellas would ask: 'What you drinking Beautiful?" My back in the day, favorite reply, "Champagne Cocktail" Without hesitation, they would ask the bartender to serve me and then shortly thereafter, they would bid me a very gentlemen's farewell. Others, would send the drink over by way of the bartender; never acknowledging himself.

The un-typical night, I have never forgotten, is when we, managed to get a parking space right in front of the door - all glass front entrance (A phenomenon that only happened once in the years we hung out there.) Guys standing around inside, near the window went bonkers as I got out of the car, while my friend parked closer to the curb. They started waving, blowing kisses, making eye and eagerly opened the door for us. Greeted so favorably; surely I'm thinking, my night was going to be different with the fellas- right?

Like always; the bartenders made way, for our usual seating - and that night, not one man approached me. My friend danced on and off like always. The drinks on this particular night, lined up before me without a face to face exchange. I sat and did my best to keep my composure that not a man had approached me. Tired of keeping up the pretense, I decided to go to the bathroom - while in there, I fixed my shirt to showcase a peekaboo of a shoulder, none had shown before going into the bathroom.

Returned to the bar stool, of course, my friend nowhere in sight; settled on my perch - and sure enough, a man approached me. Didn't see him on his approach, he came up from behind me, gently held both my forearms, straightening my shirt, not to show my shoulder, he whispered in my ear, "That is beneath you." I turned to see, who it was speaking to me; In the seconds, it took me to turn, he was gone! No one was walking away. Not either direction, to the right or left (my back to the wall). Did he vanish? My personal circumstance, I couldn't fix it and still, to this day, intrigued with the help that came.

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2