Last night turned out to be worthwhile after all. I only had a couple drinks, and I really wasn't having any fun. I was about to leave when I spotted a guy checking me out from across the club. Me being shy (believe it or not) I looked away. I looked again a few minutes later, he wasn't looking at me and I was about to leave and spotted him checking me out again. I smiled, he winked. I expected him to come over. I waited five minutes and he was still talking to his friends. I waited what seemed like forever (another five minutes) until he finally left his group. I followed him to the bathrooms. I waited until he came out a few minutes later. I'm usually not that bold. Or stalker like.

He was a little surprised to see me waiting outside the men's bathroom. I was actually nervous as I introduced myself. He was a lot hotter up close then I expected him to be. I think he might have been a little nervous too. Maybe.

But after only a little small talk, I started to feel comfortable with him. He bought me a drink and told me his life story. He recently broke up with his girlfriend of two years. But he didn't seem psycho or depressed about it. He has a good job, 9-5 though. If this happens to go anywhere that could be a problem.

We talked until his friends finally came and found him. They were worried he had gotten lost in the bathroom. He introduced me to them and they were all pretty friendly.

Before I knew it, it was last call. He walked me to my friends then out to my car. We held hands, then at my car, he held me. We kissed and for a moment I thought about going home with him. I'm fucking horny but I decided I wanted this to go somewhere. Maybe, it wouldn't have just been a one night stand but for some reason he seems special.