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“Come on, bro. We need that handsome face of yours to help score us some dates tonight.” Jonas tried to play it off like he was just joking around, but we all knew he liked the attention he seemed to get when they brought me out with them. I didn’t mind, and I was always up for hanging out.
Jonas wasn’t a bad-looking guy himself, but he was adamant that having me as a “wing-man” really boosted his game.
Of course, I obliged. I certainly wasn’t opposed to seeing who was out tonight, or making the acquaintance of some hot girls, though I never needed a wing-man to score with the ladies. All I had to do was show up.
As soon as we had arrived, we waited around for a table to open up, walking around in the meantime, just talking it up with people we knew here and there. Once we got a table, we sat and ordered up some beers.
“Porter, you still seeing Katy?” Ethan asked, one corner of his mouth raised in a half-smile. It was common for my teammates to call me by my last name.
“Not if I can help it. You interested?” I suspected Ethan had a thing for Katy, though I knew he wouldn’t admit to it.
“She’s hot. I’d hit that.” Ethan laughed in an attempt at indifference and held his beer bottle up for a cheers. Jonas and I obliged.
About that time, a couple of girls came up to our table to say hi, both in short-shorts and high heels with legs for days. They made small talk with the three of us, although I couldn’t help but notice, like always, that they were mostly looking at me.
What could I say? Being Dylan Porter had its perks. I wasn’t too shy to say that I had a certain charm with women. Hell, who was I kidding? I wasn’t shy at all. I never had a problem getting a date, if you could call them that.
Coming from a wealthy family and having a certain amount of good looks usually meant that a girl had a lot of self-confidence to approach me. Sometimes, though, it almost felt like some sort of secret competition these girls had against each other to see who could impress me the most.
There wasn’t much these girls weren’t willing to do to get my attention. I rarely had to approach a girl myself, and honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had. For me, there was no challenge, other than getting them to leave me alone after I’d given them a little attention. I was a nice guy, sympathetic even, but there was only so much I could take when I wasn’t interested.
After the last couple of girls I’d gone out with had gotten overly clingy, I figured that keeping my options open for a while would do me some good. I wasn’t in a hurry to rush back into anything like that any time soon, since I wasn’t looking for
anything serious at the moment, but I wasn’t averse to a little fun either.
It would just take a really special girl to impress me at this point beyond a casual fling, and since all the girls around here were like Stepford Wife clones of each other, I didn’t see that happening any time soon.
A few other girls came up and joined the two already there, and after a few minutes they all moved on before another round of girls came by, doing their own bidding. Some even brought us more drinks.
After we’d been here for a while, I saw Clara Kincade, a girl I knew through some mutual friends, come in the front entrance. That alone would not normally be enough to warrant any mention, but trailing behind her was a girl who caught my eye. She was a gorgeous brunette with big blue eyes and a smoking hot body.
Who was that girl? I hadn’t recalled ever meeting her before.
I watched them walk toward the back of the bar where they must have found a table, though I couldn’t really tell, since my back was facing them. Maybe I’d get a chance to run into them later, I thought, or maybe they’d come by and say hello.
After they moved toward the back, I saw Clara walk up to the bar to get a couple of drinks and head back in the direction of their table. I stole a glance and saw the blue-eyed beauty sitting alone, although I could tell the guys at the table behind her were checking her out. Not that I could blame them, but she didn’t seem to notice.
I thought if I could make eye contact with the girl, maybe she would come over and introduce herself, although the girls already sitting at our table would undoubtedly present an unwanted deterrent. After Clara went back to their table with their drinks, another guy soon approached their table, so I rejoined the conversation at my own table, hoping the guy had walked over to talk to Clara and not the other girl.
Get a grip, Porter, I thought to myself. It’s just some random girl. Why would I care if some other guy hit on her?
I kept up with the conversation for a while, trying my best to seem interested in what the current girl was saying who had now occupied a chair at our table with us. I felt like I was having the same conversation over and over, just like always, with each and every girl who came by.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if any of them actually wanted to get to know me and not just the idea of me. Not that I could complain too much. What guy wouldn’t give his left nut to have beautiful women at his disposal at any given time, whatever the reason?
After a while, Clara’s friend caught my eye again as she sat alone at the bar sipping on a mixed drink while looking around the room from table to table. I thought about going over to introduce myself, but the fact that the girl here at our table was really only talking to me at that point made it nearly impossible without seeming rude.
What made me keep noticing this girl? She was beautiful, that was obvious, but I saw beautiful women all the time. Beautiful women threw themselves at me all the time. What made this one so different?
From what I could tell, she had a way of commanding the room without even trying. The minute she walked in the door, mine wasn’t the only head that had turned and taken notice. Even then, as she sat there alone at the bar, guys were taking notice of her, and yet no one approached her. Why was that?
Did she have a boyfriend? That could be why, but it could also be that she was out of any schmuck’s league sitting in this room. But what about me? I wondered.
Before I knew it, I stole another glance in her direction and she was gone. I looked over to the front entrance just in time to see her and Clara exiting. I was pissed at myself for missing my chance to make the girl’s acquaintance.
Then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was probably just fabricating some idea I was conjuring in my mind about her. She was probably the same as every other girl I talked to. Just like the girl who was sitting in front of me at that moment and every other girl who had stopped by our table that night. No sense in going out of my way just to be disappointed.
Oh well, I thought. Carry on.
