I fell in love with a sweater


I didn’t even see his face. All I needed was the wool fisherman’s sweater. Hearty, dependable, and comforting. It was raw outside but inside Cornerstone Artisanal Pizza & Craft Beer it was warm and glowing orange from the ovens.
The only reason I stayed in Ogunquit was for the piano bar The Front Porch. It was closed.
Nick, he of the sweater and the general manager, helped me with my wine and beer choices. If I was not smitten before, he really got me by saying, “I love all types of alcohol and I’m good at it.”
He is so good at it.
Despite the news he has a girlfriend, I continued to flirt. Throughout the evening I kept lowering the zipper on my ski shirt. By the end of the night, it was down to my navel.
The barman, Jeremiah, heard Nick and me talking about my road trip. He asked if I was doing a cross country pub crawl. Huh. Never really thought about it like that but let’s call a spade a spade. I just did a cross country pub crawl.




3 thoughts on “I fell in love with a sweater

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