It's been a year, two weeks, and four days now since she left me, thought the man, adding up his calculations on a cocktail napkin he wasn't using anymore.

He downed his fourth whiskey, but it didn't help, so he ordered a double for his next drink.

You ok? asked the bartender. Yeah, he said with little conviction, and then he chewed the ice from his drink, and turned to look at the bar door.

He half expected her to walk in then, but he got nothing, so he gave up. Then he ordered another drink and tore his napkin into pieces.

Meanwhile, the cute brunette from the booth behind him gave up trying to get the man's attention, and she walked out of the bar in a hurry, convinced that there was something wrong with her.