Curious

Hey you, I know I just met you but, I am curious. All I think I know is all in my head. I like the way you look, otherwise I wouldn’t have noticed you. But I am curious. What kind of music do you like? What puts you in the mood? Call me old-fashioned but what’s your favorite meal? The way that apron fits around your waist, you either work out or watch your weight.

I swear this was meant to be my last drink. But another order keeps you at my table. Another order and I get to watch you come and go. Damn! You face, your face, there is something about your face. You are pretty no doubt. But there is something else, maybe it’s your eyes. They give me this Deja Vu kind of feeling. Like we have met before. Maybe in another world. Coz when I gaze into you, it feels perfect. But the world I live in aint perfect. But you are, at this moment. As I watch you walk to me, feels like we have been here before.
Feels like I know how it would feel, to kiss your lips. And how you would feel in my arms. But again, as I said. This was supposed to be my last drink. So maybe it’s the drink. But again, it’s only my second bottle. I normally do more, and I am just fine. So no, I don’t think it’s all in the drink.

“Hey, can I have another bottle?”
“Cold or warm?” You ask.

“Cold” I respond.
Your presence warms me up. So a cold drink will do me good. As you walk away, I can’t help but notice your shape. That ass just seems enough. Yes, enough. Probably not something you’d expect someone to say about it. But it’s enough. Enough to keep me staring. Enough to keep me wondering, how would it feel…

No! Wait, do I need another drink? The way I see it. Another drink and I will be down walking on my knees. Nop, definitely not out of drunkardness. Just begging you to be mine. There is no way those jeans are not tailor-made. How else would they fit you so perfectly?
I must have been lost in my thoughts for a minute. Next thing I know, you are opening my cold beer. As you pop open the bottle, I am looking at the drink uninterested. Somehow all the high I am feeling. And all the high I am looking for doesn’t seem to be in that one tiny bottle.
But, you must have seen a dozen guys like me in a day. To you, I must be just another drunk, lonely, and most probably horny drunkard at the bar. If it’s not the alcohol, and you are even half as pretty as I think you are right now. You must have at least a dozen men trying to get your number every single day. So what makes me an exception? Why would you find me interesting?

“Thank you!” I say as I plan to drown all my insecurities in that bottle of alcohol you just opened.

But again, every hair on my body refuses to ignore all these feelings as simply paranoia or the effects of the alcohol. For a minute I am 100% convinced that there is something here.

Somehow amidst the confusion I can tell how our conversation will go. I can bet the last penny in my wallet, that given the chance I can pull a smile off that pretty face of yours.
Amidst the confusion, I am somehow convinced that I can make this one of the best nights of your life. This job most probably stretches your hours and it’s not something that you brag about. But I feel I can make you love your job. Even if just for one night.

But again, how do I set myself apart from all those other dushbags before me? How do I make myself stand out? How do I become the alpha of the pack?
I am curious, about how it would feel to make you smile. I am curious, about how it would feel to have your attention without paying for it. I am curious, about how it would feel for you to take orders from me. If you know what I mean.
I am curious, about how it would feel. If I became that one man you serve, for the rest of your life. Willingly, without pay, and happily. I am curious, about how it would feel, to see you in a different outfit. Something short, something revealing, something naughty and sexy. How we could role-play. You’d call me sir and I would call you something less. I am curious, what if you had no dress code, and by this I mean nothing at all?
I am curious about how you would react if I said all this to your face. If I said I wanted more than just the drink on my table. What then? What would happen? What would you say? What would you do? Where would the night take us? Where would we end up? I am curious. Please let me know.