Note: This story is mostly intended for the enjoyment of women, although as I man a certainly enjoyed writing and reading it.
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The company RedSox outing turns boring towards the end of the game. It's hot and most everyone is drunk and hung up on their own conversations. And to you watching baseball is like waiting for paint to dry. So you decide to hold a table if possible and meet the gang in the bar after the game.
The main room isn't crowded and you see plenty of available tables. So you head to the bar to get a Corona rather than waiting for a server. You're pretty thirsty not feeling like dishing out $7 for a beer in the park. Someone comes up behind you to order, when you turn to look the face shocks you. It's the kid with the beautiful body you saw running near Boston College. Now that you're close to him you see he's got the full package. A beautiful face as well. You flush and mumble "hi", caught staring at him. But you just can't stop yourself. Damn, you think.
"Do I know you?" He asks, reading your look.
"No, I don't think so." you reply hesitantly, sheepishly, looking back at him.
"Sorry. The look you're giving me is like you know me. And you kinda look familiar too."
He carries himself with the self assurance of a good looking guy, but without arrogance. You shrug, turn back to the bar to wait for your drink. Stupid! You think to yourself. Where's your flirt? The guy obviously took interest, so why not talk to him? He's beautiful.
"Actually." You start, turning once again to face him, "I do kinda know you in a weird way, and it sounds creepy, but it really isn't."
"Nice! It has to be a good story when a girl qualifies how she knows me by saying it isn't as creepy as it sounds."
You smile, blush again, "I recognize you from driving past you running at BC; on the road that cuts by the dorms leading to Comm Ave."
"Ahh... right, that is kinda creepy - You keep checking me out while I'm running?"
"No! Of course not! That's not what I meant, I only saw you once. I noticed you because you're in great shape, which you obviously must know, but I wasn't following you or anything. I teach a fitness class and it's just one of those things that I notice about people. That's the group I'm out with today, the class instructors."
'Ahhh, well, that's ok then. I guess that's not creepy at all." He says it with a fake drawl rolling his eyes and smiling. "Psycho!" He mumbles under his breath.
"Hey!" You exclaim, smacking him and laughing. "That's not nice."
"Ooh, into abuse as well?"
"Ok.. Ok.. I'm Rebecca." You say changing the subject and extending your hand.
"Ryan." He says, taking your hand and quickly lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Pleasure's all mine."
He drops your hand flashing an impish grin in apology for the kiss and making fun of you. Both of you laugh. Ryan's an easy going guy and you fall into conversation quickly and walk to a table with your beers. Ryan follows an explanation of your 'real' job by telling you that he spent the summer interning at Arnold Worldwide. You exclaim that it was your first job out of college and the conversation moves right along through several quick rounds of beer. Ryan drinks fast but you are able to keep up with him at least in the short term.
"I was going to meet some friends here after the game, but don't feel like it anymore." He cuts in to the conversation. "Want to get out of here?"
You hesitate a second before thinking, why not? This kid is beautiful! What am I going to do, get more drunk with the other trainers and cab it home to to crash? Anyway, you're feeling pretty buzzed and turned on talking to Ryan and don't really want your brief conversation to be it.
"Ok." You say, wondering what leaving the bar exactly means. It's been a long time since college you think.