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Halfway across, I saw him there; waiting silently for me at the distant end.  He wasn’t talki ng to anyone, but the w omen al l around him were staring a t him, quite obviously gawking at his face .  Only suddenly , I didn’t think it had anything to do with his scar.  Oh, it was quite noticeable, for certain.   In fact, it literally shrieked out into the busy, bustling, dimly-lit room - demanding immediate attention.  The white arc cleanly cleaved the right side of his face in two, creating a jarring countenan ce that undoubtedly elicited stares every where he went.  But that wasn’ t what stood out the most by far .
    No, what immediately gripped one’s innards and squeezed so compelling ly ( catching your breath in your throat and smushing your heart in to a flattened pancake in the process ), were his arresting eyes.  As I’d surmised, they were even more intimidating in person than in his picture.  Only I hadn’t any real gauge as to just how fixating they would truly be.  They didn’t just see me:  they saw through me .  So strong and overwhelming was their immediate force, I practically had an out of bod y experience as he silently and steadily watched me weaving my way carefully across the room.
    From above, I saw myself swaying through the swelling morass of twenty -something, well-dressed, self-important professionals.  I saw the men whose glances followed m e, their eyes feasting, their heads turni ng while I removed my black, heavy woolen jacket and sashayed past .   Beneath , I had on a red dress; shockingly-short, long-sleeved, tight.  It also had a scooped , v-shaped top that dipped so low, you co uld actually see the bony staircase of my ribs between the two, bare swells of my ripe breasts.  I was not wearing a bra.
    True to form, I had on lethal stilettos, red velvet with gold heels.  The only jewelry I was wearing were two thin, large, solid-gold hoops in each ear.  My hair was severely straight, like I wore it at work.  And that excited me somehow, because I knew in my gut that the only reason I was out here, was strictly for play .  Mixing the two personas was heady and dizzying, and the three shots of Jack I’d had before walking out the door and hailing a cab, certainly didn’t hurt any .
    I f elt at once both self-conscious and sexy, and because of the way he was watching me, piercing me with those goddamn eyes, I was aware of every single sensation in my body; each pounding thud of my pulse, each individ ual goosebump along my skin, each swish of my dress against my silky, smooth thighs.
    He studied me intently , every single step of the way , until I was there beside him.  Pushing a burgundy barstool out towards me with his foot, he said simply, “Sit.”   Abruptly, I was no longer watching as if from a cottony distance .  I was thrust back into myself in one joltingly-vicious stab of glaring clarity, and suddenly, I was me and he was him and we were presently and undeniably there together.
    I was standing awkwardly and wordlessly, like an aberrant idiot, and he finally said “ sit , ” once again.   This time, it was something less than polite.
    There had been no salutations, no ‘ nice to meetcha ’s , no ‘ how do you do ’s .  Just a simple command that , this time, I instinctively followed.  The stool was very tall, and I had to wedge my right heel against the metal railing around the bottom of it in order to thrust myself up high enough to reach the seat .  Grabbing onto the slippery, polished bar for leverage, I finally swiveled around and slid my ass all the way back across the slick, red leat her surface .  When I was appropriately settled, I found myself simply faltering for a moment , oddly unsure of how to act now .  Sluggishly seizing o nto the realization that this was, in part, supposed to be a first date , I coyly crossed my legs; knowing damn well how that always drew men’s attention directly towards my shapely calves and thighs.  But not