I don’t even know your name…

I can’t believe that bastard did it to me again. Normally, I don’t put up with this from anyone, EVER. But when we started dating, he was not like the rest. We had fun, lots of fun, and her really seemed to care – but I guess that’s all in the past now. My soon-to-be ex boyfriend loved for me to dress as slutty as possible so he could parade me around in front of his beer buddies at frat parties and such. Today I chose a black, lacey cami top with a cute little heart shaped opening in a very “strategic” location (and no bra, of course). I wore my favorite skin-tight jeans and finished my look with a simple pair of black pumps complete with five-inch heels. I loved walking around the room knowing that every guy was looking at me, wanting me – and dick-head liked it too. He loved getting “caught” with my hand in his pants while we were making out. But this is now the second time he has stood me up. We were supposed to meet at this party and he didn’t even bother to show up, what a bastard. Now I was just feeling foolish, every guy in the room has checked me out at least once or twice, but the thrill seems to be gone. All these guys were just a bunch of beer guzzling Neanderthals; except one…

I’d never seen him before, and I didn’t know his name – I didn’t care. He looked out of place. Slender, but not too skinny, average face; nice, but not a movie star, he would be my prey. I shot him a coy glance. When he saw me looking, I grinned and looked away. Moments later the scene repeated. I tipped up my cup – making sure that he could tell it was empty. He caught the hint. Moving across the room, he seemed like a shy little boy. “Can I get you another drink?” he asked. “Yes, please” I said, trying to reciprocate his shyness. We locked eyes for a moment and then I quickly looked away and giggled. I was trying hard to reel him in – I really wanted to use him to get revenge on my boyfriend, but I didn’t want to be too forward and scare him off. He turned and headed to the keg, returning moments later with full cups for us both. “I’ve never seen you before” I said. “I’m just visiting the campus” he stammered “my cousin goes here”. He was blushing, I couldn’t believe it; the poor little guy was blushing. Of course, this made me want him all the more – “Lucky boy” I thought, I was going to give him a time to remember. “It’s loud in here; do you want to go somewhere?” I asked. I was blushing too and really turning on the charm, I couldn’t believe how easy it was to play the goofy girl. He nodded at my suggestion, and I giggled again. I knew this area pretty well, so I steered us toward the back door. Just outside there was a small yard and a hill that lead down toward little stream. Beside the stream we found a weathered picnic table, but it wasn’t long until drunken party-goers spilled out into the yard. Their yelling and shoving was an unwelcome disruption to my scheme; time for plan “B”.

I took his hand, “c’mon” I suggested.