I went to a bar/restaurant to meet an old friend. She was late and I ended up sitting with a couple that I knew individually back in high school. I ran cross country with him. I played dungeons and dragons with her. I remember when they were just starting to date and she asked me if I knew him. I gave him a good recommendation. 5 years later they're married.
We sat and drank their pitcher of beer for hours. He seemed to know everyone in the place. The more he drank, the friendlier he became. At one point he wandered over to an old lady who looked lonely and started talking to her. A few minutes later he was escorting her over to sit with us.
"This is Veronica," he said to us. "I danced with her on her 50th birthday last week."
"He's such a nice guy," Veronica said. "I haven't danced in years."
We went on talking for another hour. My friend showed up and sat with us. We all talked about old times, laughed, and drank their beer.
While we were talking he began to tell us a story. It seems that a few years ago he and one of our high school soccer coaches went down to Florida together. While they were there they went to a popular strip club. After hanging out in the club for awhile, the coach decided he wanted a lap dance.
He motioned to the hottest girl in the club and they went back to a private room for his lap dance. He sat down and she climbed into his lap and began doing her thing, rubbing and bumping and stimulating him with her naked body.
Just as the coach was getting excited and really enjoying the experience, the girl stopped, turned to look him in the face and said, “Coach, is that you?”
Coach looked at her and his heart stopped beating. She was one of his former high school soccer players!
Oh noooooo!

Coach? Is that you?While we sat and talked, I noticed a woman across the room who was sitting alone for a long time. She was incredibly beautiful, way too good-looking to be single or alone. And yet, she appeared for all the world to be both.
Another woman eventually sat down with her at a small table. I forgot about it.
Maybe an hour later I saw the beautiful woman again, walking over to sit at the bar with her friend. She had blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, big perfect brown eyes, razor-like cheekbones that led into a perfect v-shaped jaw, full lips and a body like a fitness model wrapped in a tight shirt and jeans. She wore no make-up at all, and yet she looked amazing.
Her friend kept getting up and leaving her there at the bar, all alone and looking bored. She was
stunningly beautiful. Even without makeup she was still easily the most beautiful woman in the place. Hell, she was the most beautiful woman I had seen anywhere in a long, long time.
I didn't stare at her exactly, but I couldn't help but see her because she was sitting directly in my line of sight, over on the other side of the room. She had no one to talk to at this point. She sat slightly turned to one side in her chair and looked at me. She didn't smile. She just stared back at me with no expression, like she was bored. Then she'd look away slowly, scanning the room for anything to look at, but finding nothing of interest. I was doing the same, trying not to stare, but always finding myself looking at her every time someone moved and I could see her again, or I was turning my head and ended up facing that way. She made my heart speed up. I felt a powerful urge to go try to talk to her.
"I'm married," I silently reminded myself. "Stay where you are and don't get up. Hot women don't need married men hitting on them, wasting their time."
My friends and I went on talking as this was going on. Meanwhile, a pair of pretty blondes came in, walking past me as they made their way to the bar. One of them was especially attractive, ultra-slim and showing it off with tight clothes. Neither of them seemed to notice me as they went by.
My friends and I went on with our conversation.
Suddenly I became aware that Veronica had disappeared.
I spotted her over at the bar, leaning over against the bar next to the 2 blondes who had just come in. She appeared to be ordering a drink, but her head was turned and she was saying something to one of the blondes.
About this time, the incredibly beautiful woman got up and headed for the door, her friend walking ahead of her. She glanced at me as she very slowly moved past, leaving me to wonder if she wanted me to talk to her or perhaps was so bored that she didn't even realize she had looked my way at all.
"You're married - you're married - you're married - don't go talk to her - don't get up," I reminded myself silently in my head.
Veronica reappeared. She sat down and said to me, “is your name Charlie? There’s a blonde up at the bar that said she thinks she knows you and wonders if your name is Charlie. I think you should go talk to her.”
“Wait, what?”
“That girl there is awfully interested in you. She asked if your name is Charlie.”
I looked up at the bar. There were the 2 blondes that had come in about 30 minutes before, but they weren't looking my way. I was hoping she meant the other girl, the stunningly beautiful girl who had already gone out the door, taking most of the air in my lungs with her as she left.
“Is she still up there or did she just leave” I asked Veronica, quietly hoping it had been that incredibly beautiful girl who had just walked out.
"No, she's still here, up at the bar. See?" Veronica motioned her head towards the two blondes still sitting there at the end of the bar, still not looking my way. In fact, I had
never seen either of them look my way. Not even once.
"Are you sure?" I asked, somewhat disbelieving that 2 women who had never even looked at me would be asking about me.
"Yes, I'm sure. You should go talk to them. They seem very interested in you."
I suddenly found myself feeling nervous. 2 hot blondes were checking me out. Only they weren’t. I swear they hadn't even looked at me even once. And still I was suddenly nervous.
"What the hell? This makes no sense," I thought to myself. "I'm married. Why do I care if 2 hot blondes at the bar asked about me?"
It was getting late. The bar wouldn't be open much longer. My friends were beginning to pack up their stuff. I needed to go home anyway. I was feeling oddly nervous and self-concious.
We all got up and were starting to leave. The couple I was sitting with said they wanted to go elsewhere to throw darts. Someone mentioned that there was a dart board in the back. There was some talking back and forth and then we all headed towards the back of the building where the dartboards were said to be, right past the bar, and right past the 2 hot blondes.
Something inside of me was saying “you have to talk to them. You have to go over and say ‘hi, I’m Charlie.’ Be funny. Maybe you'll get lucky.” As I got closer I could feel my legs get all shaky. I couldn’t seem to figure out how to walk across the room properly.
Good God, I haven’t had trouble walking normally across a room since high school and hormones and girls with bulging breasts that defied gravity and no bodyfat anywhere else on their bodies! What was wrong with me?!
I walked awkwardly past them without saying anything, without looking over at them, without even smiling at them. As I passed I heard Veronica saying to them, “he’s a really nice guy. You need to meet him …”
Holy crap, Veronica was still trying to hook us up!
I stood in the back for a long time, watching my friends throw darts while I held up the wall. I should say I hid in the back. It's more accurate. Periodically I glanced at the 2 hot blondes out of the corner of my eye. They didn’t seem to be checking me out at all. But I know how women have that supernatural peripheral vision that makes it seem as if they can see out of the back of their heads, so I wasn’t really sure.
We must have stayed back there for at least half an hour, my friends throwing darts against another couple that seemed to appear from nowhere, and me leaning against the wall doing nothing.
It was really late. The bar was closing up. I saw the 2 hot blondes get up and head towards the door to leave. When they got there, they stopped. I could only see one of them, but I couldn't tell what they were doing. They paused for a long time. Then they walked out.
I felt disappointed in myself, as if I should have gone after them, as if I was being a chickenshit. Even though I'm married, I felt nervous and compelled to go after them, even though I never did.
My friends finished their game of darts. They won both of them - a clean sweep. We all began to move towards the door, my friends and their new friends talking about darts while I remained silent with my thoughts, my heart beating oddly too fast for a married man.
As we reached the door we stopped and looked at something odd. There, on the table right next to the door where the 2 hot blondes had paused for so long, was a cardboard French fry plate flipped upside down. On the bottom, in large blue script, was written a phone number.

Call me