Trunk space
I wanted to get here earlier to relax with a drink but it isn’t doing the job. It has been a long hiatus and I am ready to get back in the saddle, so to speak. I don’t understand how these other women can be perched, legs crossed, one hand holding a clutch the other holding their beverage, wearing slinky dresses that are made of the most slipperiest material and still manage to stay on their little stools looking so graceful. My goal is to look sexy so that I can attract the right person’s attention. However, that is difficult when battling with my skirt trying to creep higher and higher on a stool with a slippery dress on.
I just need to get back in the game. The first time in a long while is always going to be a bit rocky. I just need to shake out the cobwebs. Pushing out any lingering thoughts about not being ready I glance around the bar to see who else is in my company.
There are mostly slightly tipsy business casuals trying to get the last of the happy hour specials in before they slosh back home, filled with drinks like the one I am nursing. I am not having more than one. I want to feel loose but not dull any senses. There doesn’t seem to be the one here tonight so far. You know the person that grabs your attention and then nothing else is of consequence. Well that person is not here… yet. Maybe when the happy hour crowd thins down someone more my type will come around. That is when they usually do come out of the woodwork -to prey on those that might have gotten past happy and maybe are in the sloppy stage.
I could wait or maybe I will just speed things along. It would be a shame to let tonight slip by without getting some work done. Maybe a little trip to powder my nose will do the trick. I think I will just stumble off the barstool, leaving my drink unattended, that might work.
I turn, grab my bag and place it up under my arm, leaving both my hands to grab the stool at the seat. I look down, hanging my head. I wait a few minutes to really get into character. I look for some men’s shoes and wait until I see a pair of dark brown leather expensive ones. They are making their way in my direction. I wait to calculate their speed and my trajectory. Just as I begin to slide off for the clumsy dismount and to hopefully be right on time to grab onto the owner of the dark brown leather shoes, my face collides with a chest.
Damn. My calculations were wrong. I feel strong hands grab my arms and steady me. I was trying to get myself together and try not to show my anger. My display did not occur as planned but maybe I can still make it work. I try to get back into character. Moving my tongue around to get my best southern slur out to say how sorry I am and how I didn’t see him there but how glad I am he caught me. I know it is kinda cheating if I flirt first but I just want to have my first night amount to something. I begin to look up, with eyes half closed, curious to see who has impeded my hunt.
Our eyes met and my carefully molded expression vanished. Whatever I had planned to say was immediately erased. I saw a strong man who was beautiful and knew it. He kept his grip on my arms but loosened them when he saw my face. I wonder if he was expecting an easy target but his expression changed from one of concern to delight and at this a warmth was spread deliciously inside my body.
This wasn’t exactly how I decided to spend my evening but there is nothing wrong with a little play before work. I straighten myself and say hello and at this, he takes a step back and places his hands in his pockets.
He doesn’t respond right away and that slight pause makes her think this guy might be a serial killer but then a slow salacious smile spreads across his face and then I know this guy has a space cleared out in his trunk for me.
I didn’t want to give up on this night but since I haven’t seen anyone in here that might be of use, I figured I would make the most of this encounter or at least play it out to see where it goes.
“Normal people say hello back right away” I say, my eyes locked on his.
“What is the definition of right away?” He responds with a more sedate smile still playing on his lips.
I lean back reach to lean my elbows on the bar and tap my nails on the lacquered wood. I look at him for a while.
After a long while I ask “Do you want to get out of here?”
He responds with the same smile as previously mentioned.
I grab my jacket start to put it on. I nod my head in the direction of the side exit and he starts heading that way slowly still looking at me. I start to follow but then remember my bag. I might not need the chloroform and hankie in it right away or at all but you never know when an opportunity might present itself. Dark Brown Leather might have his but I have my own trunk space cleared out.. I tuck the bag under my arm and walk out the door that is being held open for me into the blustery cold evening air.
