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She caught my attention as soon as the door opened. Within seconds of gliding effortlessly into the room, every pair of eyes were upon her. Her smile brightened the small, dark establishment, which now seemed desperately overcrowded though only a third of the tables were being used.

Her black hair, long and straight with a light flip and highlights, gently framed her face. Her teeth, white and perfect, reminded me of one of those late night porcelain veneer infomercials. Her eyes sparkled like crystal, with a carefree gleam of confidence. Her short, black tube dress hugged her body perfectly and and only half covered her very athletic thighs.

Seated at the bar, I followed her every move. I watched her intently through the mirror on the wall behind the bartender. I was only half through my first Hennessey, but I'd never felt so intoxicated. Within moments of seeing her, I wanted her desperately.

My head nodded to the mellow jazz, and I made every attempt to "be cool" and not stare. She seated herself with a group of three women who I assumed were girlfriends. Damn, I really wanted to be suave and buy her a drink, then move over to the table with some creative line that would make her swoon into my arms. But honestly, I had no desire to buy a round for the entire table. So, while contemplating a plan of action, I ordered another for myself.

I had no idea how to move forward. I'm never at a loss for words around women in whom I have no intimate interests. But, I always get stuck when I'm in awe. I knew though, that if if my luck held out, the alcohol would soon kick in. I'm always more creative under the influence. I was half finished my third Hennessey when I spotted an opening.

After about an hour of sipping on the same drinks, two of her friends got up to leave. She stoodalso, gave them a hug, then walked towards the bar to order drinks for herself and her remaining friend. Waiting for the bartender, she looked in my direction and smiled.

I thought that I would fall from the barstool, but found enough composure to return her smile. She said something cute about that being the first time she's seen me smile all evening, and I said something cute about that moment being the first reason that I've had to smile all evening. Actually, I was happy that she had noticed me.The bartender came, she placed her order, and I paid for her drinks.

She thanked me, then invited me to their table after cooing another cute comment about man not being made to drink alone. I smiled and

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