As I walk in I hear a Mazzy Star song playing in the background. Not many people are here at four o’clock in the afternoon. I’ve gotten to be friends with the day bartender Jill. She is about six foot tall and looks like she would be right at home on a volley ball court with her California girl looks. Jill is in her late twenties and currently finishing up her Master’s degree in Education. She smiles when she sees me sit down at the bar.
“Hey Jay, how was the dreaded first day of school?”
“Please kill me now. It was that awful.” I cross my arms on the bar and lay my head on top. I groan and raise my head up and ask, “Can I get a Sprite?” Jill laughs at me and fixes my drink.
“Sure Baby Girl. So, I haven’t seen you around these past couple of weeks. Have you met the new weekend bartender?” I shake my head no while gulping down my Sprite so she continues. “Oh my God he is hot. Seriously fuckable. He’s about six foot two with buzzed dark hair. He’s got amazing cut arms and don’t get me started on his stomach. One night he pulled his t-shirt up and he’s got a serious six pack. Oh, and his butt? You could bounce a quarter off of it.” I spit out my drink all over the bar at his butt description. Jill grabs a rag and starts to wipe it up as she continues, “I didn’t know that people could actually have eyes that green and he’s got the coolest tats on both of his arms and neck. The man is pulling in some serious tips from all the college girls. If I wasn’t in a serious relationship right now, I’d be right there with them,” she gushes.
Jill is constantly trying to hook me up and she scouts all the beaus from the buttholes. She knows I’m only looking for one night stands and pretty much she is my safety net. I’ve learned that most bartenders know who and what is going down in their bars. Jill started talking to me again pulling me away from my thoughts.
“I’ve worked with him a couple of times and he seems super nice. He just moved to town to work for his family. It seems his brother owns a construction company and he has a daytime job with him, but with the economy being what it is, he supplements his income with bartending on the side. He’s twenty-three and never been married and no kids. Seems he is from somewhere in the Midwest originally and get this, he’s currently single,” she sings single. I started to say how he just didn’t sound like my type, considering his age, when the door opened behind the bar.
When he walked through the doors he looked up and smiled at Jill and just said, “Hi.” I knew instantly who he was. Jill had described him perfectly. He glanced around and finally noticed me. We stare at each other for a split second and then he grins and nods his head toward me and turns away asking Jill something about his work shifts.
Now I know most guys consider me good looking. I admit that I never lacked for attention in school, but to be honest I never understood what guys saw in me. I didn’t have the beautiful hair or curvy body like Molly does. My eyes aren’t a vibrant blue, but more of a dull gray. I’m not saying that I’m not cute. I just don’t consider myself gorgeous. However, in this moment I wanted him to notice me. Lust almost doubled me over, but there was something else too. Something I would have sworn that also passed through his eyes a moment ago.
My eyes took him all in with his black shaved head and shiny emerald eyes. He has a strong nose and nice full lips. His tight black t-shirt hugs his huge biceps and he has black swirls that go down his left arm while on his right there was a total tattoo sleeve. He has some black writing on the side of his neck that I couldn’t read yet. Blue jeans mold his behind and Jill totally got that part right. I can see why he was making good tips now.
I finally allowed my eyes to travel back up to his face and oh my goodness, he is smiling at me and wouldn’t you know he has not one, but two dimples. He turns completely from Jill towards me.
“Like what you see, Sweetheart?” His voice sounded hoarse and super sexy.
It takes a moment for my brain to catch up and when it did for some reason what he said pissed me off. What a conceited jackass which is a total turn off for me. I should have known with his looks he couldn’t possibly have a good personality too.
“Not anymore, Sweetie,” I reply snidely back. I took a swig of my drink and look back toward Jill. He burst out laughing and takes a step toward me to lean on the bar directly across from me.
“Okay, that was fair. Can I say that I like what I see?” His voice pulled at something deep down in me. I know his type and all they want is for girls to pet their oversized egos and other things that were lower. I so wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.