At least he thought that was what she’d meant, the question ‘Do you come here often?’ was a little ambiguous after all. Fuck it, he didn’t hav... anything else to do tonight, what would it hurt to sit in a bar for a bit, he could watch the game on the big screen, sink a few beers, better than sitting at home on his lonesome with just the TV for company. *** It was past midnight when he finally accepted she wasn’t coming. Not that he’d expected her to, hoped perhaps, but in a way he was glad she. I'd also gotten a job at the Family Video in the nearby village of Peopleton. I'd been shocked to find a video rental place still in existence. I had fond memories of them from childhood, but I'd thought they were long since extinct. Family Video, though not what I'd call thriving, was very much still alive. I worked there about fifteen hours per week. I wasn't making big money, but I got to meet some of the locals. Alas, no opportunities for summer romance had arisen. My female co-workers were. The trouble was that the upsurge of violence continued, and one of the business' I had an interview with was firebombed. Another was out on a bomb scare when my interview was scheduled, and two others decided to hold back on recruiting because of the uncertainty. I kept on applying for more jobs but with no success. I was getting pretty down. The political parties were trying to get things calmed down so Jean was out late quite a few nights.Then we were called-out. This was like reservists. During a day neither said a word to the other about what had happened, but the next night they did the same thing, and the third night, too. “I saw her a few times after that weekend, and I would have loved to get together again, but she always acted a little distant and standoffish, so I let it drop.” “Did you ever sleep with a woman after that?” I asked. “No,” she said. “A month later I met you, and that was the end of my lesbian experience.” I couldn’t help but smile at that. “I still.