Matthew's POV

My friends, Steve and David, drag me out to a bar. I didn't want to go. I just broke up with my boyfriend and all I do is sit at my apartment and watch TV. It's probably not glamorous, but I like it.

Steve says, "Matthew, you're going to have fun tonight. We aren't here to search, we're here to get drunk! Loosen up. "

He hands me a beer. I take a sip. I say,

"Don't expect me to talk much. "

Steve nods and says, "Note takin. "

David takes a swig of beer and says,

"Just keep drinking and you'll be talking in no time. "

Steve laughs. I say, "I want to be able to remember this night, so I'm not gonna drink a lot. "

David shrugs his shoulders and says, "Sure. "

I scope out the place. We're sitting at the bar. I might as well drink. I feel like shit anyway. I take a gulp of beer. Steve laughs and says,

"I thought you weren't going to drink a lot. "

I smile for the first time that night and say,

"Shut up and order me another beer. "

Steve smirks and says, "Yes sir. "

David says, "Its a party now. "

Michael's POV

Becky says, "It'll be fun, Mike. We're just going to have a few drinks and go home. "

I sigh and say, "I wish I could've changed first. "

Becky insists, "You look fine. "

She pulls me by my arm inside the bar. I look around and say,

"We are dressed too formally for this bar! "

Becky laughs and says, "Maybe we'll get free drinks. "

I smile. Becky and I just came from my company's banquet. I thought my boss was going to present me the award for excellence in the workplace (I know it sounds dumb, but I really wanted it), but he didn't. I told Becky I was going to win, but then he gave it to Sean.

That bastard did not work as hard as me. Anyway, now I'm depressed and Becky thinks getting drunk will solve it.

She might be right. Becky picks a table and says,

"I'll be right back with our drinks. "

I nod. Becky has been my friend since college. We tried dating, but that's when I realized I was gay. She remained my friend ever since. I've been with one guy and that's only so I know what to do.

It sounds awful I know, but it was important to me. I'll never forget him. He was my college professor. He probably still works there.

I look around the bar. My eyes come to rest on another pair. My heart thumps loudly. We're just staring at each other. Maybe I should say something.

What if he's just someone who stares? I don't want to make a fool of myself. Becky comes back and says,

"He's cute. "

I blush, look at her, and ask, "Who? "

She smiles and says, "You know who. "

She places a martini in front of me. I say,

"Becky this drink looks so girly. "

She smiles and says, "Its your favorite so drink it. "

I say, "But what if he's more on the feminine side? Then I need a beer! "

She laughs and says, "Wow, Michael. You think about that? And trust me, he's on the manly side. He's the one with the beer. "

I glance over at him, he smiles and looks away. I say,

"I'm going over there. "

Becky says, "Drink this first. It'll get you in the zone. "

I giggle and take a sip of the martini. I say, "Wish me luck. "

She crosses her fingers.

Matthew's POV

The guy stands up and makes his way over here. I immediately get nervous. He's gorgeous. He's dressed formally. He probably came from a unsuccessful party. I take another swig of beer as he stops in front of me. Steve and David are talking to each other, but I know they are secretly listening.

He smiles and says, "Hi. "

He has a light voice. It's sweet. I say,

"Hey. "

He says, "I'm Michael. "

"Matthew. "

He nods. I need to say something! I say,

"Nice outfit. "

He giggles. It's so adorable. He says,

"I was at a banquet. It was horrible. "

I nod and say, "You look..nice. "

He blushes and says, "Thank you. "

He asks, "Are you here alone? "

"Actually- "

Steve and David get up and leave the bar. Damn them!

"Yes, I'm here alone. "

He sits next to me. He says, "What brings you here? "

I say, "My friends dragged me here. They just left. "

He asks, "They were sitting here? "

I nod. He giggles and says, "My friend brought me here too. "

He says, "You don't talk much. "

I smile and say, "Sorry, I just... I went through a pretty bad break up and I'd rather be at home. "

He nods and says, "I'd rather be at home too. I don't really drink much. "

"Me either. "

A woman walks towards. She says,

"Michael, it's getting pretty late. We have to go. "

He nods. As he gets up, I say,

"Wait. "

He looks at me. I grab a napkin and ask the bartender for a pen. I write my number down and say,

"Here. I'd love for you to call me sometime. "

He takes the napkin and blushes. He says,

"I most certainly will. "

I watch him leave. Things are definitely going to be different.