  Wow, it's amazing--the things you forget and the things that forget you. I had forgotten about this journal until I found a note from Myra in my box. It only makes sense to start jotting down incidents, thoughts, observations. Perhaps tonight's little interaction isn't the best, but it's something I need to mull over. I'm sure Myra will get a kick out of it when she reads this. Probably for more reasons than one.
So I have been doing my rounds at the tables, working the bar, convincing Bane to help me carry the supplies from the coolers to the bar when we ran low, and of course, still out and about with the Suits who think they have found a piece of arm candy. The only problem: One of the Suits has a soul. At least that's the way it seems. Usually, they just come in, they want to talk, we smile, flirt, I get lovely gifts... but this suit is different. I didn't meet him at the BackPorch, I met him while on campus trying to figure out when, if ever, I could return to my education. I've been happy with my life at Hades, and I don't think I'm ready to leapfrog back to the lifestyle I once led--not that I could.
Too much has changed. I think I forgot how to be the "upstanding, responsible" woman my family knew. At least I forgot how to pretend to be her. Anyway, the library is usually a quiet place to battle my conflicting thoughts, but this suit approaches me and asks to join me. He just sat there and thought too. Beyond strange, I know, and I couldn't think because I was wondering what the hell he was thinking about the whole time, so my thinking time was ruined.
I got up to go and he asked me to join him for a drink. He was a suit afterall, and a good looking one. Over a cosmopolitan I found out this suit was a Smart Suit, a Prof. We talked, agreed to meet up again. Honestly I can't tell you why I agreed. I didn't get but a drink from him... and I felt completely uncomfortable at the thought of lifting his wallet. I need to stay away from that place.
So after a few meetings, casual, talks, chats, conversation that I never could have with a customer on the graveyard shit at Hades, I decided that he was dangerous to my chosen lifestyle. I didn't call him. I didn't even give him the nuber of the Phone in the Hallway outside my room. He knew though. He showed up tonight before the rush. I was busy polishing a glass set for a few of the regular suits who wanted their shots in snifters, and I look up to count the number of them and find the Prof in front of me, collar up, hands folded on the bar.
The super brief conversation that followed, well, I can't remember much of it. I was just shocked. The one thing that trew me for a loop: He told me I was the most amazing woman he ever met. And then he left. What the hell! You can't leave after that!
Myra was busy with her end of things, and I watched him smile up to Bane with a confidence that ignored the fact that he was in a totally different neighborhood, a part of town I didn't think he even knew existed. He just left as if I should know how to react to that! What did that mean, and why do I care? Screw this writing thing, I need to find Myra... she'll knock some sense into me. 
