'Great, he stood me up... I blew off studying for this...'
I check my phone again, and still no text from this supposedly great guy my roommate set me up with. I glance around the bar, seeing hordes of college students hunting desperately for a little bit of stress relief from the hectic life of a student. That was all tonight was supposed to be; a quick hookup so my roommate would get off my case about stressing. Now here I was, feeling hot in my short, black, strapless dress and black four-inch heels that never get used, stuck without a guy to help me relieve my stress. Taking one last look around the room as I finish my scotch, I decide everyone is already paired up for the night. I open up my wallet and wave down the bartender to pay for my drink. Right as I'm handing over my money, I feel a large hand on the small of my back.
"How about one more for the lady, and one for me, too. Whatever she's having." I turn to see the face that matches the deep, sultry voice offering me another drink, and see a very well put together 6'4", dark-skinned man in black slacks and a white button-down shirt smiling down at me.
"Well thank you, but I was just about to leave for the night..." I pause, something about the look on his face stopping my words in their tracks. "Actually," I start again, "I can stay for one more drink..."