I left the bar with my friends around one in the morning. This was the first time I had really enjoyed myself at a bar. Usually, when I get dragged out to one by my buddies I stand around at the bar nursing a beer and watching whatever game was playing on the TV. Tonight was different though. I had seen the four women enter the bar but my eyes had stayed on Danelle. I knew in that moment that I had to get to know her. She looked out of place and shy when she first entered but once I got her to dance and talk with me she warmed up. I still can’t believe she hasn’t been on a date in seventeen years. Where had the women been hiding, in a cave? She was beautiful, smart and funny. It’s a shock no man had snatched her up. I drove my drunk friend’s home. I dropped Keven off at his house and took the other two back to their hotel.

When I knew the guys were safely back in their rooms I went back to my own, dropping my clothes on the back of a chair in my bedroom and falling into my bed wearing nothing but my Scooby Doo boxers. Laying against the pillows, I thought about Danelle. Her long fiery red hair that could only be natural. No stylist could ever get that color out of a bottle. She had big blue eyes and soft light skin, an amazing body for a woman who had to be in her early thirties. I ran a hand over my face. She had a beautiful smile and an adorable laugh, I had discovered that I could read everything she was thinking from her facial expressions. We had talked about books, sports, music, and movies. I had realized she was a rounded person and had an opinion about almost everything. Though I liked that about her, I couldn’t think of the last time I had just sat and talked with a woman and had an amazing time. My eyes closed and a vision of the women appeared in my dreams.