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Valentine's day. Such an overcommercialized holiday to prove your affection for somebody you are supposed to love unconditionally the whole year through. And it's about the same time most unnattached men(ones that aren't looking to hook up for even the night) start running for the hills in fear that one of us is gonna sink our claws into them. I don't blame them one bit. I'd sooner stay home and curl up with some Baskin Robbins Dacquiri Ice and a good old fashioned romance novel.
Cynic!
Yeah, yeah.....call me what you want but I've spent a better part of my adult life wishing and hoping and even trying but I know I'm not supposed to try. It's just supposed to happen. They even sell that in dime store novels too. How stupid do they think we are? So I'm the Ebeneezer Scrooge of Valentine's Day. Big deal! I'll guarantee you I'm not the only one in the world with a bad attitude about love and romance. I could probably find five people easy in the haze of smoke circling the bar my friends dragged me to tonight because they probably had friends just like mine. Ones that tell you that you're never gonna meet anyone unless you get up off your ass and socialize. I socialize. With them. I don't need a man to validate my existence here on Earth like some that shall remain nameless....coughcoughshellycoughcough. I don't hate men. In fact I use them on a regular basis. One to walk me to my car after a late night at work, one to help me with my groceries, one to do my car repairs and all I have to do is be my utterly charming self. I don't ever tell my friends that because they'd start trying to hook me up with every Tom, Dick and Harry in town if they knew I was really interested.
Bitch!

I've been called worse and for far better reasons than you could imagine. Like the one across the bar undressing me with his eyes. Sometimes it's nice to be appreciated but I swear I could feel him fucking me with his eyes. Not many men have the ability to make me weak in the knees but for some reason he had managed to reduce me to the mess I was in.   Why me?   What did I have(besides a longer skirt on my dress) that they didn't? Why was I arguing? If he could do horizontally what his eyes were doing to me vertically.... Damn he's good!     He smirked. Okay....what did I do?    I just sat my drink down on the bar and noticed the abandoned barstools.    The skanks....I mean my friends were already gone.   Yes, their scents had been picked up by two very hungry lusthounds.   See....this is what I get for being a writer.   I'm always thinking of something creative or witty to indulge any interested party in but when it comes down to it, I never use the wit so rapidly carried out in my works. I looked back across the room and his gaze had dropped. There was a very definite V where I crossed my legs in the form fitting sweaterdress I wore.   If he were a smart man, he wouldn't have got caught. Noting my advantage, I uncrossed my legs long enough for him to unsuccessfully see what I wasn't wearing underneath.   I could play for awhile. It was a holiday for lovers and you are allowed to flirt aren't you?    I caught his gaze and giggled at the success I had in toying with him. And at the very moment the fates chose to connect us, at the same time they dissrupted us.     His friend(I could only assume from the way they interacted) gained his attentions and there went all my plans for the evening.   Just because I hate the holiday doesn't mean I've given up hope of finding a Mr Right(or at the very least a Mr. Right Now). I watched as he interacted with his friend. Sipping on my drink, I studied the other one briefly. Not bad if you like that type. Did I? He was kinda growing on me actually but they soon seemed to be consumed in a 'study' session all their own. Great!   I get to spend the rest of my evening swirling my straw in watered down fru-fru drinks(as my friends called them)hearing lame ass pickup lines because I wasn't brave enough to make the first move on a man I really wanted. My attention drifted to where he'd been and now he was gone.
"Looking for someone?"
I heard the voice and turned.   My heart racing at the sight of him.   He hadn't gone and I got my first good look at what I was considering doing for the night. They were soft but boy did they burn into me.    They held all the answers to my hidden desires.      I had two choices here. I could be witty and coy or I could be myself.    I think we'll go with witty and coy." Maybe,"I said and turned the other direction as though I were looking for someone.
"Come with me."He uttered as the song playing died down. It wasn't a request.   It was an order.
I was just supposed to follow him because he said so?   Sounds good enough if you know somebody but all I basically knew about this guy is that I loved his voice and that he could screw me ten different sides of Sunday with his eyes? Did I need to have more information before he led me away? Of course I should have had a more concrete reason. The only one I had was that it had been 2 years, 6 days and some three odd hours since I last got me some.   But I really wasn't counting.
"I don't know you."
"You will."

Terri

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