How did someone like him see me? No matter where I went that night there he was, staring into my eyes, I could just feel his eyes on me burning a hole through me was perhaps a better word. I went to the ladies room and looked into the mirror, my hair was perfect, my make up was perfect and my little black dress was immaculate and beautiful. I decided that I would speak to him. I stepped out of the room, and scanned the ever increasing crowd of people and I spotted him talking to a group of people, he handed them their drinks an then wandered back behind the bar. I looked to my left and found...
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