Addicted To Love


Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough

You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love.”

Every Friday night The Blue Moon hosted a cover band; this one must have been trying to resurrect the greatest hits of the 80’s.  The song had barely started as she pushed her way into the bar thru the heavy oak door; she recognized the lyrics at once and they nearly stopped her dead in her tracks as all the air left her lungs, and a smile of disbelief crossed her face. “Oh this is just perfect.” she thought, and continued to the bar. The small club was not particularly crowded that night, but not near empty either; she didn’t have to wait long before the bartender made he way down to her. “Scotch, neat, and make it a double.” she called out to him as he approached; she planned on drinking until she could forget that night, and forget the memory of what she had just seen.

Helen had always been considered beautiful in high school, in college, and as she entered the working world.  Even now at 33, though she pretended not to; she noticed the heads of the men turning as she would pass by.  She offered up a half-passing “Thanks.” as her drink was placed before her.  She picked it up and took a gulp; she had no intention of going slow.  “God, have I really reached this point in my life?” she wondered as she allowed the events of the evening to play over in her head.

Tonight was supposed to be a special night; they had reservations at one of the nicest restaurants in town, then they would take a walk along the stretch of river that runs thru downtown, and they would end the night in a suite at The Cavalier where they would sip champagne and celebrate their first year together.  It had been a long time since she had dated the same man for this  long ; not since she was a child, and relationships weren’t “real” back than.

She had spent an hour on her auburn hair; making sure it fell in just the right way.  The sleek black dress she was wearing was brand new, and along with new shoes the outfit had cost her a week’s pay, but they were worth it; she wanted to look perfect for him. She had left work early that night; she didn’t want to be that cliché girlfriend that was always running late, and her plan was working as she pulled up outside of his house a full hour early; just in time to see him embrace her one last time, to see him kiss her fully on the mouth.  Helen recognized the girl at once, she had seen her just last week while visiting her lover at his office, she was this year’s summer intern, some college co-ed that couldn’t be more than 20.

Helen didn’t know what to do so she just drove away, she drove until the sun went down, she drove until she realized she had been driving too long, and that’s when she spotted The Blue Moon.

“Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love

Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love

Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love”

It was the bartender setting another glass of scotch in front of her that brought Helen back to the present; the song’s chorus repeating as the band neared the end, “From the gentleman at the end of the bar.” he told her.

She looked down to the end of the bar at the man looking back at her.  The strands of grey in his hair were mixed perfectly thru out his brownish-blonde. His steel-blue eyes were piercing; she felt as if they could see right down to the soul of her being.  The lines that creased his face were weathered, and told of journeys to all corners of the world; but not just to the pretty ones that are pictured on postcards, but to the gritty places of shadow and danger as well.

“What the hell…nothing gets you over the last one like the next one” she thought as she headed to the other end of the bar to fall in love again.


written for: The Daily Post – Moved by Music Challenge

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