Magical Mate

Damn! Ditched again. Why does this always happen? I understand that I am not classically pretty, even close to skinny or petite. Come on, I mean I am not a hag by any means. I am just your basic witch. And when left on her own, what does your basic witch, at least this one, do? KARAOKE!! Let’s pretend that I am a siren tonight. Lure someone into the dark with me on the dance floor and forget all about what’s his name. He doesn’t know what he is missing. I arrived at my favorite place. As soon as I walk in, a pair of ice-blue eyes pin me down! I mean, WOW! I have butterflies fluttering all over the place. Come on Zara. Act cool. Nonchalant. You don’t even see him girl. Make your rounds. I love it when my inner voice tries to reign me in. I walked by, saying hello to everyone taking my usual solo seat at the bar. I am dropping quarters into the Mega Touch game on the bar, playing triple peak solitaire and drinking my rum and coke. When Matt, the DJ, calls me out over the mic. “Hey Zar, are you singing or not?” I hopped down off my stool and headed for the stage. The one place I feel like I can let loose and shine. Up here there is no body image. No judgement. Lost and blinded by the bright and colorful stage lights and swept into my own world for a beautiful five minutes. I can let out my inner siren! She has no fear. She makes love to the music, and it fuels her confidence and casts her spell over her shadowed audience. Tonight, through the lights and shadows, I can feel those ice-blue eyes watching my every move. DAMN! Sinatra’s dead mister, so who are you Mr. Blue Eyes? I hear my music key up. Something about old bluesy, jazzy songs to make me feel sensual and sexy behind the mic. So here I am singing Lover Man, imagining myself in some 1920’s blues bar next to a baby grand piano. Couples start filling the floor to press their bodies as close as possible to each other as they sway to the old jazzy strains. My moment ends, and I walk back to my stool. I still feel those eyes. Blue Eyes The bar door had barely opened when I could feel someone drawing my attention, almost like calling my name. When she stepped through the doors. What was it about her that was pulling me in? She was dressed in a pair of black straight-leg jeans, a black and gold top with a sharp v-cut and split sleeves, and some six-inch lacey stilettos. I knew that if I could see her eyes hidden behind her black-rimmed glasses, they would be dark and enchanting. What was she? A gypsy? Her aura was something mystical and sensual. Hypnotizing. I could not help but stalk her every movement with my eyes. I was almost, what was this feeling? Jealousy? Was I jealous of everyone talking to on her way to the bar? I wanted her to talk to me. Why did I want her to talk to me? Then the DJ called her up on stage. “Zar”, that was her name. It radiated through my brain like its own mantra. The first chords of her music started with some old jazzy number. If I hadn’t been pulled in before, I certainly was now. Her voice. I think I fell in love with her voice. Deep, throaty, sultry. It floated through the air like a siren’s song, luring me to whatever fate held in store for me. I was entranced. Sing to me siren. Zara I can’t help but keep glancing over at the table where Blue Eyes is sitting. Who is he? I had never seen him before. I feel like I should know who he is. I sighed, ordered another drink, and turned back to my game. Why do I waste my quarters when I could play this on my phone? Then a shadow falls across my game screen, the smell of his cologne fills the air around me. Oh god, what a sexy smell. Has any man ever smelt this good? It should be illegal. I try to peak out of my peripheral vision to get a look at this sexy-smelling man. He is damn gorgeous. He must be at least 6-foot 4 if he is an inch. Those hands look like they could break a girl in two, in all the right ways. I imagine it would be fun to find out. Damn Zara, I know you haven’t had a date in, well, forever, but slow your imagination down girl. –my mind is trying to slow down my overactive and under-used libido. Libido-1. Mind-0. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black button-up short-sleeved shirt showing off his tattoos. Goddess help me! I love a man with tattoos and a beard, and he has both. He gets the bartenders' attention. “Can I get another beer?” Okay, one sentence and his voice is making me squirm in my seat. It's deep, rich, and if s*x could speak, it would sound like this god of a man standing beside me. And oh man! He’s smiling at me. Keep cool girl, keep cool. Blue Eyes “Hey, you sounded great. Will you be singing any more tonight?” Damn, if I wasn’t right, those eyes are dark brown, but I can see those flecks of green. I can get lost in those eyes. Come on man, you know you aren’t free to get lost, keep it together, keep it together. She smiles at me and answers, “Probably a few more.” Her voice is rich and thick, warm, and smooth. “Well, I look forward to the pleasure,” and I smile, “Let me introduce myself, my names Cire.” “Sire, like his royal highness?” she asks me with a mischievous smile. I chuckled, “Nothing royal about me. So Zar, is that your name or is it short for something?” She’s still smiling at me, “Zara.” “Well Zara, it's nice to meet you.” I hold out my hand, and she reaches out to accept it. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Cire. I have never seen you here before. You new around?” she asks me. “I suppose so, tonight I just needed somewhere new, where nobody knows my name.” i said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Awe, see, now you have messed up,” she chuckles a little. It’s a musical sound. “And how have I messed up?” I asked confused. “Well, Cire,” the way she says my name, why do I want to kiss it off her lips? “See, your plan was going great until you went and introduced yourself to me. Now I know your name” and she laughs and takes a drink of her drink. “Awe. Touché!” I replied. And i could not hold back my smile. Zara Cire! Damn, even his name is sexy. But seriously, is that his real name or just a line he uses to lure women in? I don’t really care as long as he keeps talking. “So, Cire. Do you Karaoke?” I ask Taking a drink of his beer, he shakes his head. “No.” he laughs “I am not trying to call in all the stray cats in the neighborhood.” All I can do is laugh and say “It can’t be that bad. I mean come on; don’t you know Karaoke means can’t sing a note? It’s all about fun and having a good time.” As if to prove my point, a very inebriated bar patron took the stage to serenade us all with a very off-key rendition of" I will always love you". Taking a drink, I tip the glass in the direction of the stage. “See, fun. No talent required.” He just smiles and says, “Talent or not, I think it's best I stay a casual observer.” The night progressed on and we chatted and laughed. When the bartender called for last call Cire asked, “Well, it looks like we can’t stay here. Would you like to go and get a cup of coffee?” “Sure, we can go over to the diner. Who doesn’t drink coffee at 3am on a Saturday morning?” I say as I grab my keys and hop off my stool. Thinking to myself, Remember to thank that loser for standing me up tonight. Cire What is it about this girl that makes her so easy to talk to? Why am I so drawn to her? At least the conversation doesn’t end with the last call. We drove the six blocks to the diner and settled into a quiet corner booth. The waitress, who looked like she had just run a marathon, walked up to take our order. We ordered our coffees and sat back to continue our conversation. “So, you like sugar”, Zara asks, trying to hide her laugh. “Huh?” I am a little confused. “You seriously just put ten packs of sugar in that little bitty cup? Do you not like coffee?” “Oh,” I chuckle” I just like it really sweet.” “So, tell me, what else do you like? What’s your favorite food?” Zara asked. “Meat.” I replied. “Meat? Just meat?” she laughs, what an amazing sound. I could record it and listen to it all day. And so, the night continued like a game of twenty questions until the sun started to reclaim its place in the sky. “OH! WOW! It’s already 7am, I have to be at work in two hours. I have to go.” Zara said, “I wish I could roll back the clock and keep the conversation going.” “Can I call you?” I ask, hoping this won’t be the last time I get to talk to her. Why am I so drawn to this woman? “Sure, let me give you my number” she said. We exchanged numbers and I walked her to her car. “Be safe. Chat with you soon” I said, feeling as awkward as I ever have . Zara smiled, as she got into her car and waved at me as I watched her drive away. I fought the urge to follow her home like some creepy stalker. What was wrong with me?