It had been a long day. I was in Baltimore for the annual firefighters convention and was getting ready to head home the next morning. Staring at the walls in my hotel room was not making the time pass any quicker, which is how I found myself in that bar in the lobby, alone. Then you walked in.
You were with a small group of executives (I guessed) and you looked incredible. You were wearing a gray business suit which eluded to your professional nature. You had on a white blouse under the coat and your skirt was stylishly short but by no means trashy. Your group sat at a table across from the bar. You sat facing me, not 20 feet away. Immediately you caught me looking, I averted my gaze not wanting to be rude. I tried to get involved in the baseball game on the TV over the bar, but my eyes kept coming back to you. Your smile...the way your hands moved when you talked...the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed... you were beautiful.
After about an hour, your group started thinning out until you were left alone with another woman. You finished your drink and the two of you rose to leave. I felt like I needed to say something, maybe even apologize for stalking you with my eyes for the past 60 minutes, but I didn’t and I watched you walk out of the bar. Frowning I fumbled for my wallet to pay my tab and as I through the money on the bar I rose to leave. As I was walking towards the door you came back in. You walked right up to me and introduced yourself. I had a hard time remembering my name, I don’t know if it was the beer I drank or the fact the you had taken me completely off guard but after a second I managed to blurt out...”hey...its nice to meet you, I’m Bill”. Smiling you sat down at the bar, me on your right. We ordered a couple more drinks and got acquainted.
You told me that you were in town on business, and after a long week in Baltimore, you were more than ready to go home. Our conversation ran the gambit...what do you do?...where are you from?...amusing stories about our own personal interests. Time flew and before we know it was getting close to closing time. Now what...we seemed to be hitting it off...but what now? Your soft smile seemed to tell me you were thinking the same thing. I asked if you would like to go for a walk around the inner harbor...making up some cheesy story about how nice it looks at night. You saw right through the line but agreed anyway. It was a warm night and the conversation was outstanding. There was some playful touching back and forth and we seemed to laugh and talk for hours. Finally we ended up back at the hotel. We both went into the elevator. I pushed the 11th floor and you asked for 6.
