I've known Katie for what, ten years now, from that first sight in the playground. We had never been an item in any sexual way, but we had become firm... friends, helping each other out over homework and first loves. But I've always loved her and of course she knew it, but she didn't love me. When you have a love in your heart it will reject all others. I've seen a few girls over the years, some quite seriously, but it's never been love. I keep telling myself to get over it and find myself someone. The clerk showed me the way and I went, I got there Was a well hidden door opened, I entered and had three urinals and two box, the bathroom was well hidden... I stayed in the middle urinal, I put off my dick and began to relieve myself, a few seconds later the door opened, I freaked out, A big bald guy came in, he was about 45 years old, with a shirt open on his chest, showing some hair, he stopped next to me, he opened his zipper and pulled the stick out, I do not know why I kept looking at. She wanted to forget everything. She stayed at the bar long enough to get back on the right side of pissed off, but not so long that she got really drunk and went home with some strange guy. She didn't want or need the hassles that came with a "relationship" or the awkwardness of trying to ditch someone who may have looked good through the fog of liquor, but when the sun shone the next day, it turned out to be one of those what-was-I-thinking moments. Her girlfriend and roommate, Katy, had left. "To the woman I eventually married," was my response, which resulted in a raised eyebrow from Beth. Now Sara piped up. "How long did you date before you did it?" "About a year," I said. "Well, you must've fooled around doing, umm, other things before that, right?" Now, we were all blushing a little. But I didn't care as this was becoming an arousing conversation. "Well sure," I said. "we had some fun before the big night." "Did she go down on you?" asked Beth, starting to lose her.