The Look

Feeling the heat, desire, and being looked upon with intense longing.

One night, I unexpectedly saw a friend out and about. I hadn't seen her in a while. I went for a nightcap after being out to dinner with my girlfriends. We made eye contact, across the bar, and did that mini shriek when you're just like - “Omigosh and yay!!” all at once.

I came around my side of the bar, turned sideways, leaned, and shimmied around some folks and chairs to get to her. I said, “Vanessa!!” and hugged her from behind. She leaned back into me and said, "Hello, my love!!" She was in the middle of a group of people. She said she was here with co-workers from her day job, who came to celebrate her last day.

We were both beaming and I told her that I wanted to get her a drink. As I said that, a drink was placed in front of her. I felt eyes on me, from the left, and heard a voice saying, "I already got hers, but I'll get you one."

I turned to the voice and there was a good-looking guy attached to it. He had dark hair, with a nice haircut, olive-toned skin, a mustache, with a neat and short beard, which mostly outlined his jawline. He was wearing a powder blue cardigan, white shirt, jeans, and fresh kicks. His voice was smooth. The way he spoke, the cadence to his speech, and the combination of it with his deep brown eyes was sexy, even a bit enticing.

I dropped my stuff in an empty seat nearby. Vanessa and I were standing and catching up for a quick minute before someone else called her to do shots. The guy turned in his chair and shifted his legs so that he was facing me. He looked at me very intently.

I briefly matched his look and then reached for the drink he ordered for me. I thanked him and we raised our glasses to cheers each other. I think he winked at me, but I was not certain.

Shortly thereafter, a friend of mine came to join me for the nightcap. I pulled a chair out for her. Bridget bustled in and introductions were made. She was to my left and the guy, Nathan, was to my right. We were engaged in good conversations about dating, dealing with grown and mature women, and game (the kind you have, not ones that are played).

The three of us were deep in our chat and some of Vanessa’s friends would pop in and out of the conversation. I saw a few bar friends and went to say hello while Bridget and Nathan continued having good chats. I bounced around the bar, here and there, and rejoined them a little later. We continued having interesting discussions. Things were flirty all-around. It was all fun and light.

As the three of us were enjoying banter, jokes, and a lot of laughs - I felt a little heat on my face. I turned to Nathan, and while we were in the midst of conversations, with others and each other, he was looking at me. His eyes were taking me in, slowly scanning me up and down, and holding onto every detail. He would look into my eyes, when I was telling him something or answering a question, and he would subtly bite his lip while drinking me in with his eyes.

I said, “What's up with your face? Stop making those faces.” He said, “What face?” I just said, “It looks like some thoughts are coming out and it's all over your face.” He smiled and said, “Nah, I'm good.”

I was just surprised by “the look.” As we were all chatting, I would turn to him, and he was still in my face. He was listening and responding but his eyes were continuously taking me in, tracing the outline of my face or my body, and he kept biting his lower lip. It was subtle because he was biting the inside of his bottom lip, but it was distracting. Well, I was getting distracted.

As we were winding down, the bar was as well, and he asked for my number. I entered his number into my phone and called him. My girl and I agreed that he was cute. He was intelligent, genuine, gentlemanly, and he had some swag. We were fans. Definitely, a nice surprise to end the night.

It was time to beat feet and exit stage right. My girlfriend is the queen of the “Irish Goodbye.” She quickly had her jacket, scarf, and hat on. Her bag was on her shoulder, she gave me a quick side hug, waved to everyone, and was heading out in a jiffy. Then, she was out the door. It was impressive how seamless and swift her exits were. You are aware that she is wrapping up but then poof she’s gone.

Nathan escorted me out of the bar and fell in step with me as I headed towards my car. As we walked, he looked at me like he was in a haze. Like I was a dream. We stopped at his car, and I gave him a small kiss, a little more than a peck, and I said it was a “preview.” I was prepared to be on my way and say goodnight, however, we lingered for a moment and his gaze was intense.

He had stars in his eyes, and I would have blushed, but I was struck by the way he looked at me. All I could do was smile. I stopped myself from saying, “What?” because I knew what. He was…enamored. In the moment, I also think that he was caught up in the fact that he taken with me. Shucks, I was too.

I was a bit surprised to the extent that I made Nathan pause. He was this twenty-eight year old, attractive, stylish, kind, and smart man. I was some kind of wonderful to him. That tickled me, intrigued me, and was exhilarating.

It was not because of his age or any need to ask, “Why me?” It was because of the heat that was building, the desire that was being conveyed, and because he looked at me with amazement - like he could not believe I was real. He could not believe that I was within reach, and in front of him. That is just intoxicating. It was becoming so for me.

He started to blush as he looked into my eyes. He very purposely pushed both his hands into his front jeans pockets and said, “I’ll walk you to your car.” He looked up to the sky and shook his head, “Oh Ange,” he said. I smiled and linked my left arm through his right arm as we walked.

Once we got to my car, he took a step closer and then stopped. I am 5’4” to his 6'3,” and tilted my head up to look directly into his eyes. In a velvety tone, he said, “It was great to meet you. Maybe, I’ll see you again?” I said, “Maybe” as I leaned into his arms that were open for a hug.

As I pulled back, he held me, and I looked up. He kissed me fully and I felt his want from earlier being fed. As we slowly kissed, he pulled back from me and shook his head. He gave me that “look” again. It was a mix of admiration, appreciation, disbelief, want, and hunger. It was steamy.

He bent his head towards me, leaned forward, and he said, “That was good.” Our lips kept finding each other, which was easy and seamless. I ended up being pressed against my car and we soon moved into my car. We caught our breath, and I drove him to where his car was parked.

Once I pulled behind his car, we did not move. We sat there looking at each other. My hand was on the gear shift, and he took it and gently ran his fingers across my skin. He then moved closer and kissed me. He lightly kissed under my earlobe, then down my neck, and gently rested his hand around my throat, and pulled me closer. He kissed me again. Our lips and tongues matched in their movements and motion.

He would slightly tilt his head to the side and his eyes slowly lifted towards my face. When we made eye contact, I moved closer to him. He said, “Those —eyes. Your eyes are just…” and the words would fade as his lips moved closer and sought mine. He was slow and deliberate with his kisses. There was passion there.

The kissing was very good. We complemented one another on each other's lips and being good kissers. While that all was very good, how he looked at me was exhilarating, a tad amusing, and friggin sexy. When he tasted my lips or moved down to my nipples, it was like he was intoxicated. He was on a good high of me. That's what it felt like.

He was careful, considerate, and he wanted to know what I wanted. I would smile, say what he was doing was good, or point to where he could put his lips. Along the way, he would say, “I think I know what you want.” My replies were either “Mhm” or a breathy “oh yeah?”

We enjoyed our canoodling, smooches, minor exploration, conversation, and kept it to the upper decks and second base. Well, the adult version of second base. We ended our time with some light kisses, and he pressed his cheek to my cheek. He leaned into me as we closed out with a hug. I nodded, waved bye, and watched him enter his car and drive off. Maybe we would be in touch soon, or maybe not? Either was fine with me.

When I parked in my driveway, I sat for a few minutes and thought about the end of the night. It was nice. It was unexpected fun, which I so enjoy. The way he looked at me stayed with me and is with me still - along with how he was eager to and wanted to please.

That is sexy as hell. It always is...