All Men Are Same

Steve looked at the messy looking woman, seeing that tonight he wasn't the only one that had a bad day, made Steve feel a little better.

He didn't know how bad the day was for the woman in the gold dress, but it seemed bad enough that she came to the bar alone and drank whiskey, a drink heavy enough for a woman to drink.

It was even heavier than his vodka.

Steve then moved his hand, calling for the bartender who had just placed the woman's drink order.

"If she asks for another drink, It's on me," Steve said then glanced at the woman who put her glass down again and looked up, trying hard not to burst into tears.

He knew that right now he was going to sound very strange, but he wasn't trying to flirt with her.

She had made him realize that what had happened to him wasn't the worst tonight, so he wanted to buy her a drink as a token of his gratitude.

Even though his heart still hurt, it wasn't as painful as before, because of that woman.