My future self met me last night at a bar

She was at least ten years older, maybe.

I’m still working off my drunk so bare with me. She hung out with me at a bar last night. Just some random woman at first. In fact we wore the same color of dress that night. I never wear dresses.

At some point she grabbed me.

She looked me in the eyes and asked me questions about myself that no one would know. If I like to cook. If I like to take care of people. Might’ve been a totally cold reading, though I don’t even think I come off as the type. Then she told me not to give up. I’ll have everything I wanted. A good man, a big house. I’ll be happy.

I looked her in the eyes and told her I was so proud of her. We hugged like we’d never see each other again.

I think I’ll always remember that moment.