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all out smile, and my body was leaned forward into the bar, plumping up my breasts and inviting his touch.
    So when his eyes flashed, his faced stuttered and changed, and he said, “Too bad I don’t fit your list at all. Not to worry though, now that I know what you’re looking for, I’ll help you find him,” in a tone that brooked no argument, a tone meant to push my body back and RSVP “no” to my invitation, it kind of hurt.
    He wasn’t interested. He was flirty joking, but I had just given him a face full of green light and he had offered to find me someone else. Actually, he strongly suggested that it would be someone else.
    Someone else .
    This was completely foreign to me. Not the rejection, but the feeling that the rejection caused.
    I normally couldn’t give two shits if people liked me. If a guy liked me, great. I would go about seeing if I had any interest in him. If he didn’t like me, no big deal. I would just motor my boat right on over to the next fish, get my flirt on, and be all, “Helloooo, Señor Fishy Face.”
    But there was something about Danny. Some kind of comfortable understanding. Some kind of pull.
    But, that was neither here nor there.
    Shaking myself out of my stupor, I gave myself a brief pep talk, making sure to hit all of the most important points.
    Stay true to yourself. Keep your standards high. Make the best out of every situation. If a guy’s not into it, move the hell on.
    I wasn’t that girl. The one who cried and wallowed and spent her time wondering what if. I preferred to skip the wallowing and move straight to the ice cream.
    If Danny didn’t want to be more than friends, I would deal with it.
    We would , however, be friends. I knew for a fact that his friendship was a gift I was meant to have. There was an easy air between us, a perfect medium for conducting the electricity of our personalities.
    In other words, we just clicked. His tats the perfect answer for my tits.
    No pun intended.
    “Where did you come up with these qualities?” Danny asked, jerking me back to reality once again.
    I didn’t hesitate to tell him the truth, but that didn’t stop me from blushing just a little. Normal, adult women didn’t do this sort of thing, so I had no idea what his reaction would be. “Well, Allison and I are both big Contemporary Romance readers. Our favorite author creates the best guys, so we decided to take a page out of her book...ha...and find some guys for ourselves using her guidelines.”
    I sat there waiting for Danny to say something, anything, but he gave me absolutely no response.
    Legitimately utter silence.
    How did crickets get into the bar?
    After thirty seconds of painful noiselessness, filled with uncomfortable fidgeting suitable of someone with Tourette's, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you suddenly a mute or something? Because you were a regular Chatty Cathy about two minutes ago.”
    His long fingered hands spread wide and pressed into the bar, causing his muscular biceps to bulge and his shoulders to hunch slightly under the weight of his upper body. “So you’re serious? That’s something you’re actually doing? I didn’t stroke out and imagine it?” he asked, his face stoic and serious looking.
    “Listen, nobody out smartass-es me, so you’re going to have to turn it down a few fucking notches.”
    “Man, I love your dirty mouth,” Danny teased, his easy smile returning, his body swaying a modicum closer to me.
    Of course, at that very moment, Allison decided to grace us with her presence. “Oh my God. Are we on 100,000 Dollar Pyramid?”
    Danny and I had just enough time to throw each other a glance as she took a breath. “Because I know the answer,” she said, pausing momentarily for dramatic effect. “It’s ‘Things You Should Never Hear a Man Say To Your Daughter’, in case you were wondering.”
    “Why do both of you only reference really old shows?” Danny interjected before I could address the real meaning behind her