By: Gena
“I’ve been looking at you all night, waiting for you to join me for a drink at the bar. You ready?”
A mature, rather sexy man, took her hand and guided her to the bar. With being completely caught off guard, she stumbled on her drink order.
After ordering the drink, he leans towards her. “You grabbed my attention from the front door, I just had to know your name.” Already, she was wrapped up in his words, his sensual voice, and the smell of his cologne. After a couple gulps of the 1942 Don Julio, her mind spiraled into a daze, and all she could think about was their future together.
You know how we do! A few compliments turns into long walks on the beach, sunsets with clacking flutes full of champagne, all inclusive vacations, super bowl parties at your cousin’s house, couples dinners, themes for the wedding, and the stupid arguments that always leads to the best makeup sex ever! …She lost herself in the potential of everything he could be. Everything she wanted, but seemed like she’d never get.
She has an ugly cycle of bagging terrible, temporary and trashy men, who in her mind all had one thing in common… promise. That’s right this is your typical “any nice man could be the one” serial dater. The girl that doesn’t need the money, house, car, or clothes, so instead she constantly gets the open mindedness, the understanding, the low expectations humped out of her and left with absolutely nothing.
At this moment, all he asked was for her name. He could have gotten more than that. This encounter had been more effort than any man has shown lately. Attention. A compliment. A 20 dollar drink. ( Oh yes, the let me order something I never had swindle!) A warm smile. A little beyond basic human interaction that seems to hold so much weight in this dating era. In her mind, sex will more than likely be the bottom line. Why not kill all of the fake romance and make the first move to control the situation? Men have it so easy.
She smiled and told him her name. He had that glare in his eye. The kind of look where she’s imagining him imagining her blouse, tightly fitted jeans, new lace panties, and padded bra falling to the floor, in the middle of the bar, with all of these damn people. ( Yes movie scenes can be real!). He laughs, grins, then pulls her in to whisper, “I gotta have you”.
Poundcake Proverbs 