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I think. He seems like my kind of guy.
    I watch him saunter slowly
out of the bar in long wide strides, as if he has all the time in
the world.
    For too long I have
suffered under the ill conceived advances of many an unconfident,
awkward, bumbling fool. But now, I have a feeling the winds of
change are knocking on my door, taking me away from this boring
love life of mine.
    Wonderful, just wonderful,
Jessica. I tell myself as I down the rest of the tantalizing
cocktail mix. The answer to my womanly desires is leaving, I better
follow.
    Eager to leave a life of
less than spectacular one-night stands behind, I get up and quickly
exit the bar in search of my boy toy that also (hopefully) comes
with the bonus of mind blowing sex.
    I find him outside with a
cigarette in his hand. He brings it to his mouth and takes a long
drag; the white end gets shorter as the burning embers advance
further down the stick. Puffing smoky but intricate patterns into
the frigid night air, I watch the ends of his pale lips curl into a
wide grin.
    His compelling blue eyes,
the firm features and that chiseled jaw line pretty much does it
for me. What's a man as eligible as the one standing before me
doing in bar like that? Anyone would have reasonably assumed that
he already has a bevy of girls to fulfill his every need. Still,
I'm not going to reject good luck just because I don't feel like I
deserve it.
    "You listened."
    What? Oh, when he told me
to follow him, right.
    "Yea, I guess I did." my
voice trails off, wondering whether I should introduce myself or
something.
    "My name's Rick, Rick
Damien." holds out his hand.
    Well, he's earned more than
enough points on his looks alone, but he continues to pleasantly
surprise me with his gentlemanly manners.
    "I'm Jessica, Jessica
Parker." I reply, hoping that my lipstick didn't smudge so late
into the night.
    He takes my hand and
promptly leans forward, planting a gentle kiss onto the back of it.
I shudder as jolts of pure ecstasy reverberate through my
body.
    "Are you alright? You're
shivering." he asks with concern literally bleeding from his
voice.
    "No, no. Um, I'm just kind of
cold." I mumble, hoping he bought my excuse. I don't know why but
his hand just feels so cold . Come to think of it, it kind of fits his similarly pale
appearance. I mean, I've seen many blonde hair blue eyed guys in my
life, but none of them are as fair as him.
    He looks at me for a brief
moment before his eyes relent.
    "Alright then," he replies.
Before I know it he's taken off his blazer and draped it over my
shoulders. I catch myself from swooning on the spot just in time.
Come on Jessica! I tell myself, don't be such a klutz
now.
    His jacket feels as cold as his
hand, but I don't care, soon enough it warms me up. There is
something… off about him though, I think. I mean he's simply too perfect and really pale. But
I guess I've had a drink too many and am not thinking
straight.
    "You okay? I mean, you look
really pale, I can bring you to the doctor or -"
    "Nope, I'm fine." he
interrupts worriedly.
    "Ohh… kay, I guess." Well,
despite how pale and cold he feels, he actually seems pretty
energetic so I guess it should be alright.
    "Your place or mine?" I
smile, trying to break the increasingly awkward silence between us.
I mean, that's what we're both looking for, right?
    That seductive smile of his
returns to me again. Even if it only disappeared for a minute or
two, I think I miss it already.
    "I'll drive," he dodges the
question tersely and puts his arm around me. Since I can't even
walk straight now with that alcohol fueled buzz messing with my
head, I gratefully lean into his dark figure of a man so tall and
so sweet smelling.
    * * * * *
    His apartment is huge, or
maybe my depth perception just isn't working right anymore. Its
lush modern interior simply beckons me to lose myself in it. I have
to say that I'll be impressed even when I wake up sober
tomorrow.
    I lie in his strong arms as
he carries me to the bedroom. I