Everywhere she went, the man sure did follow. At first Dakota thought it was funny, and cute, but now it had gotten annoying, like a giant block in her life. A giant life sized cock block with dark brown hair, brown eyes, a strong jaw line, and tan skinned from working as a landscaper all day long named Nate. She first saw him in the parking lot of "The Good ol' Pub," looking at her. She had decided to be bold and wave. From then on, he showed up each night at whatever bar, she and Carly would go to, as if it were sheer coincidence.
And Nate would sit and talk with her the whole night, just chit chatting. His cologne would fill the air, lingering on Dakota all night. No other men would try to approach her, he seemed to make it clear what he wanted. And if Nate wasn't sitting with Dakota, he was buying her and Carly drinks. At the end of every night there would be a napkin with a phone number and "call me,... Nate," scribbled on it, next to Dakota's final drink. She knew that he would be there that night, as she put on her short jean skirt, dark gray sweater, black fishnets and black boots. She felt his eyes on her the moment she walked into the bar. This night was no different then the others, the drinks had started, all on Nate. Except this time a note came with the drinks, which read "Sorry".
"You just gonna keep ignoring him, Dakota?" Carly said, sipping her rum and coke.
"I don't know, he's a bit creepy. At least tonight he's not sitting next to us," Dakota replied, fixing her thick wavy auburn colored hair.
"He's gorgeous, in a rough kind of way, and he's bought us drinks every night for a week, and you haven't gone out on a date in ages. And besides half the guys you date are creepy, you like creepy."
"This isn't a date Carly. He just wants to fuck me." She looked over at Nate, dressed in his perfectly destroyed jeans, beat up sneakers, and vintage t shirt. He was gorgeous, Dakota thought. The combination of dark features, tan skin, and white teeth always set in a smile was nice to look at.
"That's not true, he has talked to us every night about everything and anything. And he leaves you those cute little notes with your drink. He just wants you to acknowledge him." Carly said, smiling.
""Fine, fine, fine, I'll go over to talk to him." She took out her gloss and applied one last coat of shiny pink on her lips.
Nate sat at a booth by the bar, talking to a short blonde girl with a flirty white mini skirt on. Nate looked disgusted and uncomfortable and Dakota smirked. See, now you know what it's like to be bothered, she thought. He looked over , his brown eyes catching her green eyes and he waved. She lifted up her long island iced tea as if to toast him. He smiled. Dakota pushed her dark brown hair behind her ears and slid into the booth next to him.
"I just wanted to say thanks again for buying Carly and I drinks all week." she said, turning on her girly charm. She began to play with her long gold necklace and she noticed Nate's eyes dart from her charm to her cleavage, back and forth , like a pendulum.
"It's no problem, I mean, I thought you didn't want to talk to me tonight." Nate said, his long fingers tracing circles around his half empty glass of beer.
"No, I saw you were busy with someone." Dakota said, looking in the direction of the blond.
"Oh, her? I don't even know her." Nate looked down at Dakota's skirt, which had slid up to her thighs, giving him a good view of the lace tops of her thigh high fishnets. Dakota let her leg rest against his, as if trying to signal to him that she was enjoying his attention.
