I have always fantasized about meeting someone just like you at a bar. Being the sly one that you are, you arrange for a close girlfriend of yours to meet you at the same bar, the same time. Only, your plan is to arrive a little late. I’m the one in the black dress, sitting at the bar. My hair is down, and parted mostly in the middle, brown and naturally wavy. "Rebecca" sees me putting out my cigarette and approaches me to ask for a light, then sits down next to me. I’m an easy-going person by nature, and so is she, so Rebecca and I start up a conversation. She asks me if I’m alone and I tell her I’m meeting someone. She says, "So am I." To my delight, Rebecca is a brunette, and has striking blue eyes. She’s got a very natural and unpainted appearance, and has a beautiful and voluptuous figure that she is not shy about showing off just a little.
A little time goes by and the bar becomes more and more crowded. Rebecca and I are facing each other, as it is increasingly harder to hear. It seems we’ve both forgotten completely about you (neither of us knowing we’re meeting the same person) and we’re getting along very well. As we get a little looser and more relaxed, we start talking more openly about ourselves: do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what do you do for a living, stuff of the sort. We’ve completely blocked out the crowds around us, and have taken to gazing at each other for longer intervals than are considered "socially" normal. Noticing my drink is empty, she puts her hand on my inner knee, just midway between knee and thigh, leans closely into me and asks, "What are you having?" I tell her, "A Cosmopolitan." She orders 2 and before excusing herself to the bathroom, she asks me, "Truth or Dare?" I’m not confused by this question - I’m female after all, and have played this game a million times as a young girl. I’m actually amused and curious, so I say, "Dare."
