Just like the movies

We were laughing aloud. We were at the point in the evening when everything was just a bit funnier. My drink was starting to sweat in my hand. I calmed down long enough to set it down and searched for a coaster or napkin of some sort. My friend, noticing my distraction, looked around with me, and motioned toward a stack at the other end of the bar. I leaned over the bar, straining my neck to look in the direction she was motioning.  That was when our eyes met.

Big, brown eyes, chiseled features, nice smile… not too shabby.  I had forgotten why I was looking over there already. I averted my eyes and pretended not to notice that he was slowly heading our way. Sitting up straight and emitting my very best golden, tinkling laughter, I pretended to be engrossed in my friend’s tales of workplace shenanigans.

He was getting closer. I was more than a bit flustered. Rarely did men approach me so quickly. After all, it had only been one look. But, hey, that’s how the movies play it, right? Apparently, it was movie time. He stopped right in front of me with that charming, crooked smile, and I beamed back at him.

“You girls look like you’re having a good time!” he observed. We laughed and affirmed the obvious, but friendly, statement. My friend glanced over at me with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow and sipped on her beer, just as the man who had looked at me, who had come across the room for me, my movie guy, turned to her and asked “Can I buy you a drink?”

Yup. Wrong movie.