I was bored. I’d been sitting in the bar for two hours already and all the nice-looking mature women were either with
someone or didn’t want anything to do with someone like me. I smiled to myself, too bad for them.
I leaned back on my barstool and stretched, my eyes roaming the patrons one last time before leaving. There
she was. A stunning dark-haired mature women looking right at me, a faint smile on her perfect lips. I held her eyes
for a moment, to see if she was serious, but her gaze never wavered.
I left some money on the bar and stood. Slowly, seemingly with no specific destination, I wandered in
her direction. Every now and then I caught sight of her through the crowd, sitting there, smiling gently and
looked down into her glass.
I paused at her table. “Pardon me, is anyone sitting here?”
She smiled up at me. Her mature voice was deep, melodic. “No. And I’m not either.” My heart sank as she stood up and
collected her things.
“I’m going somewhere quieter.” She stared straight into my eyes.
“Care to join me?”
Before I could answer, she took my hand and was leading me to the door. My heart was pounding as I followed
along. Outside, I started to ask her where we were going. “Shh, be quiet. Don’t worry about it. I know a place we
won’t be disturbed.” This was getting to be as unnerving as it was exciting.