It has been a long week. You are at the local bar, drinking a little more than you perhaps should. You are not having a great night, seems to be the theme of the week. Even the guy you have been checking out all night doesn't seem to have noticed you at all.
You look around the room as people slowly leave. There are not many people left and the music seems to be getting quieter. The night is basically over as far as you are concerned. You check out that guy one more time. Where did he go? He is probably gone already.
You look around for him anyway. Out of the corner of your eye you see him talking to some people, being all popular and all. He looks so sexy, nice big muscles and all. You wonder just one more time if he is well hung, probably is. Surely you will never find out though.
You notice something though. While you look at this gorgeous guy across the room, he seems to be looking back at you. Surely this is just coincidence. You look away, sheepishly. You look back again and he is still looking at you. You must be mistaken. Is he really looking at you?
Your question is answered quickly. I give a wink. You look behind yourself for someone else, nobody there. You turn back and see me looking at you still. Maybe this night might go somewhere after all.
You finish your drink, as though the last shot of alcohol might wake you from the delusion that is going on around you. No, you are still being looked at by someone you would love to see unclothed. But how do you get that body? You want to have this man so badly. Maybe it is just the alcohol talking but you really want this man.
He turns away from you. You don't see where he turns to, but he makes some gesture to someone you don't see. Do you walk over? Do you wait for him? How do you get this man inside you?
Without warning the barman slides you a drink, the same that you have been having all night so far. "Compliments of the gentleman over there." The barman points to the man you have been eyeing all night. Maybe this is going somewhere.
You sip lightly at your drink. You think to yourself if you should drink quickly and go over, or you should sip slowly and wait for attention to come to you. Over the next ten minutes, you try to do both.
Your eyes stay hovering around this man and his friends while your drink slowly disappears. Without warning, the whole group stands and begins to leave. Oh no, maybe you have left it too late. Maybe you have missed you chance.
You see a lot of handshakes and waves, people obviously leaving. In a rush you finish your drink to allow for the opportunity to stand up and go for it. You slam your glass down and begin to make a step towards your intended goal. You feel a pull around your waist. Somehow you have caught your pants on your chair. You try to untangle yourself as fast as possible, but speed and alcohol both make this difficult.