“Unmasking the Dark Legacy: The Untold Truth Behind Darth Vader’s Rise and Fall”
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What happens when a secretive, anti-hero figure from the shadows finds himself in the delightful chaos of romantic entanglements? Well, if the man in question is none other than Darth Vader, you can bet it’s going to be one wild ride. This article pulls back the curtain on a rather unexpected love story—one that we didn’t see coming and yet, somehow makes perfect sense. Prepare for laughs, awkward moments, and bewildering revelations as we dive into the wild world of a bartender’s surprising connection to the Dark Lord himself. After all, who could have imagined that behind that fearsome mask lies a story of love, regret, and more than a few twists?
If you’ve ever wondered what could possibly go wrong when a seemingly perfect secretary falls for a devilishly charming guy with a past shrouded in darkness, you’re in the right place. Strap in, because you won’t want to miss this rollercoaster of emotions as we navigate the realms of love and redemption.
Are you ready for a tale that shakes up everything you thought you knew about love? Alright, let’s get into it! LEARN MORE
A number of people asked me a what happened to, Darth Vader, in Obi Wan Kenobi PhD. This is the epilogue of that story and Grocery Man, as well.
President would come in the bar with an entourage. Vice President, Secretary, CFO, etc. They would travel in a pack.
Have you ever worked somewhere where everyone really liked each other? This was a situation like that. It was a testament to the quality person, President, was. This was a buoyant group of people; friends more than co-workers.
They were all men with the exception the secretary. There was always lots of laughs with this group. It was like a moment in time for all of them. It was apparent, they were happily successful both personally and professionally. It was a pleasure to see them come in the bar.
The secretary was an extraordinary woman. I always admired how she operated in this group of men. She was brilliant and she had their total respect. The men were her devoted friends.
Then one day, the secretary met a man. She fell madly in love. It seemed he was astoundingly good looking, so lots of yum jokes were on offer. “How delicious is this guy..?”
I was most excited, she’d found a man as it the one thing she lacked. I had no way of knowing she was dating Darth Vader!
My relationship had transcended customer/bartender with this group. I had become part of their family. The relationship between the secretary and her man, deepened. She mentioned me to him one day.
She was talking about her day and she said, “Elsa”…it’s not such a common name.
He said “I think I know her…”
The next thing I know, this gal calls me to the end of the bar, so she can talk to me privately. She very gingerly tells me who her boyfriend is.
She had authentic concern for me. I could see this on her face, but I didn’t know why. Did he say something? Is he mad? Are my feelings to be hurt, somehow?
I was flabbergasted of course. I had an actual lump in my throat. It had been five years since that whole ordeal. I recalled it, as she talked to me. It my played in my mind.
“He’s really sorry Elsa. Real sorry. He doesn’t drink anymore,” she said.
I could hardly breathe. She kept talking.
“We want to get married. I love him, Elsa. I love him so much.”
Swallow.
“We want your blessing. And, Vader, wants to talk to you. He wants to make amends. He’s in AA, Elsa. We want to have our reception here. We want you to be part of our wedding,” she explained.
My head was spinning. Never mind all the jokes I’d told about him, not knowing who he is. The dishy dish jokes, I mean. This was her beau’s primary claim to fame – his appearance. I was talking about an unknown person, all this time, and now it all crashed together in my head but what could I do?
“Tell him to come in,” I said. “I’ll talk to him. I’m happy for you.” Gulp. “I can see how much you love him. I have no problem at all with the two of you together. I’m glad you are so happy…. uh… wow!”
I managed not to vomit.
Couple weeks later, he did come in the bar. Gag reflex, when I saw him. He didn’t look good. I could see why she thought he did, but I could also see through it. He looked dead. A really good looking, dead guy, do you know the type?
The secretary was with him, but she stayed back and he approached the bar alone. This was a huge bar, so it was a long walk. The closer he got the deader he looked. Dead Man Walking. It seemed he was walking on air, in slow motion.
He came up to me, ‘cross the bar. I looked in his eyes and all I could think was “he’s dead”. I felt like my heart stopped. “Oh man, look at that, he’s dead in there. Shit.”
This gal was going to marry a dead guy, and the idea of this had me wide eyed I am sure. The image of what I saw behind his eyes that day is burned to my memory. I can vividly recall the look in eyes. It made me shiver.
He mumbled “something, something, I’m sorry”. I told him fergetaboutit. He looked as if he were afraid of me and I was disoriented by this. Mostly I wanted him away from me and he must have sensed it because he turned and went back to, secretary. I exhaled.
They stayed in the bar that afternoon. They were announcing their engagement, actually, but they did not sit at the bar which was customary for the group. They hung at the tables, a distance from the bar, mulling around.
Vader at next to the secretary, the whole time, holding her hand even, but he kept looking back at me and I kept thinking about puking. He was staring at me. Sad Scorpio eyes.
I got the idea, he was looking to see if I felt anything for him.
I looked back at him, “Don’t even think about it.” In fact, I think I even shook my head “no.”
I knew that Secretary was going to make a major mistake but how could I tell her? She thought he was a white knight.
I knew for sure, if I told her to run fast as she could she would dismiss me as jealous. She would have to. She was having a dream come true here and reality is such a bother.
There was also the other little matter of my age. I was twenty-two and they were thirty-plus. So what the hell do I know? I was easy to dismiss, as my age is a built in disclaimer. A circuit breaker, a person could pull if I spoke too much truth.
Back at the bar, President doesn’t miss a trick. He was mingling, and socializing in the group. An hour or so into this ordeal he comes to the end of the bar to talk to me.
“He’s a prick isn’t he, Elsa?”
“I don’t know. He was.”
“He still is. Damnit – I knew it. We all keep telling her but she won’t listen.”
No response
“Will you tell her. Can you tell her?”
“I don’t know him anymore, President. How can I tell her that?”
He looks at me and I look at him.
They marry.
A year later, I’d left the bar business forever. President, calls me up.
“He’s really screwed her over, Elsa. She’s trying to get rid of him. She’s going to have to pay him to leave.”
“I’m sorry, President. Tell her I am sorry.”
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Update today – I found a picture of Darth Vader’s gravestone, on findagrave.com He died in his 40’s leaving his father and a son, behind. He’s buried in a really nice cemetery. Someone cared.
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