There's always one person you want but know you can never have. When you're in high school, he's the quarterback of the football team. The guy who exudes confidence and has every teenage girl hot and bothered when they think about him before bed. By the time you get to college, he's your young, hot art professor and you go crazy imagining a very "Ghost" like moment with him behind you at the potters wheel. When you're a young waitress at a small restaurant he might be the sexy blonde bartender but no matter who he is, the idea that you can never have him often makes you want him even more.
While all three of those have been my kryptonite at one time or another, its the third guy who really piqued my interest. Who still piques my interest...
It all started when I got a job serving at a local bar. The kind of place where everyone knows everybody and regular customers are more expected than diners checking the spot out for the first time. This was my first serving job so saying I was nervous would be an understatement. I walked in for my first night shift and the restaurant was pretty slow. A very cute blonde guy was standing behind the host station eyes affixed to a crossword puzzle. I felt an immediate attraction to him and stood at the door watching him for a little longer than necessary. Regaining my composure, I walked toward the stand but he was too wrapped up in the puzzle to notice.
"Lost," I said.
That obviously got his attention because he finally looked up, "what?"
"Four letter word for confused. Lost. Which is what I am. My name is Eliza, I'm the new server."
He smiled a gorgeous smile and stuck out his hand, "Yeah, sorry. We're so slow tonight I wasn't paying any attention to what time it was. I'm Jack."
I took his hand and shook it holding on a little too long. What was wrong with me? I'm not usually this forward. He just smiled again and slowly pulled away.
I finally got into work mode and listened while Jack and another waitress showed me how things worked around the restaurant teaching me the POS system and giving me a tour. When we got to the storage shed behind the restaurant, my mind started to wander- it was just him and me back there now. I could hear Jack talking, but all I could think about was him pushing me up against the wall, kissing my mouth, my neck, biting my chin, grabbing my tits, sucking my...
"Eliza? Are you okay?"
I snapped out of my fantasy feeling a little light headed. Jack was staring at me with an amused look on his face and continued talking about dressings, condiments, and everything else that was stored in the shed.
After my shift I went home and poured a glass of wine to unwind. Jack kept popping into my head and no matter what TV show I tried to watch, the fantasies I was having wouldn't go away. I decided to take a bath and alleviate some of the heat I was feeling manually. Get a grip Eliza, I thought, he's your coworker.
I really started to like the restaurant. The more I got the hang of serving, I discovered I was really good at it. I gave respectful friendly service to our older patrons, and flirted hard with the available and slightly unavailable men who came in and out of the bar. I received a lot of phone numbers on credit card receipts and great feedback from the families I waited on. I did more than my fair share of flirting with Jack too.
