Trust MeUpdated at Jan 9, 2021, 02:48
Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone walking up to me. I pretend like I don’t see them and hope they just keep walking. “Hi, you must be new around here?” I sigh and look at the guy who spoke. “Kind of but also not really” I say to him. Taking a look at him for the first time. He looks like he just came from a 90’s boy band gig. A little bit shorter than me in these heels with dyed blonde hair tips, baggy jeans with a button up shirt. I mean I’m not a rude person. Sometimes I wish I was and I wish I could say ‘no go away’ ‘I’m not interested’ ‘you’re definitely not my type’. But sadly I’m not and sadly this guy is just not getting my half-assed attempt at engaging in this conversation as a hint. I look over his right shoulder, with this guy still talking away, I notice another guy staring are me. My eyes lock with his eyes. He is gorgeous as he drinks his drinking on the rocks. My eyes started roaming down his body. He would stand a couple of inches taller than me in these heels, his hair is combed dark hair, piercing blue eyes, beautifully dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a navy blue dress shirt.
Right when I locked eye with him again, the guy who was talking to me decided to move and stand in my line of sight, effectively blocking the gorgeous man from my view and forcing me to look at him. Just as I was about to say ‘I’m not interested’ “Mel I have been looking for you all over.”