The Woman at the Bar

I sat at the bar and politely flashed a smile at the bartender. He flashed a smile in reciprication. I ordered a drink, the usual, a glass of Merlot. It was a stressful week at work so this was my way of unwinding, at this particular bar and in this particular chair. The aesthetics of the bar were warm and inviting with the dim lighting and the soft candle light from the candles strewn about the bar. And of course, my favorite, the fireplace. I loved to sit and gaze into the fire while drinking and listening to the soft rock music the bar played. And that was it, thats all i needed to unwind from the stress of being a therapist Monday through Friday. As i sat in thought, not really thinking. All of a sudden, my trance into the fire became dark, blocked. My vision began to focus and i see a man sat right in my view. He was tall and handsome and reminded me of a lumberjack with his salt and pepper beard and his red and black flannel shirt. Despite all that, i began to become irritated with the fact that he blocked my view of the fire. He noticed me staring, with which my face had to have bore a sour look.

"Hi, are you urhuckleberry516?" he asked nervously.

Confused, i said "Excuse me?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm supposed to be meeting someone. I figured it was you since you're the only women at the bar" he said as he became flustered.

I tried not to laugh so instead i smiled "No, no, i'm Indya and i'm just here to drink away my sorrows not to meet anyone." i jokingly said.

He seemed a bit nervous and fidgety, he kept glancing at the door with a look of nervousness with every open and close of the bar door.

"Ah, well, mind if i join you? Till my date shows?" he asked.

I shrugged "Sure, why the hell not?"

He sat on the stool next to me and waved at the bar tender to grab his attention, and he did, he ordered his drink and to my surprise he also ordred a glass of Merlot. He grabbed his drink and held it up to me "Skoll" he said as we cheered our drinks and took a sip. He did not sip though, he downed about half of his glass.

"So blind date huh? Where'd you meet this Berry person?" i asked.

He smiled with embarrasment " I actually met her playing an online game, on the playstation."

"Oh, how romantic" i said through a chuckle, which in turn made him laugh.

"I know, i know, this is odd for me too, i haven't dated in years. I mean i was married for years but i just recently divorced so i have no idea what the hell im doing."

"Ah, i know what you mean" i cheerfully agreed and held up my glass in cheers and we both took another giant gulp of our wine.

"My names Micheal by the way" he said with a huge smile. I held my hand out to shake his "Nice to meet you Micheal i'm Indya."

We proceeded to swap stories of one anothers lives and about our battles and hardships of our past marriages and how terribly sad our divorces made us. We talked about how hilarious it was that he was meeting up blindly with somone he met on a video game. He told me about his college glory days and that he's now an I.T guy with some big company. I shared horror stories of certain patients of mine that made him cringe and laugh. All the while, ordering glass of Merlot after glass of Merlot. We sipped slowly because i could tell we were growing chemistry the more we chatted and flirtted. We became so consumed with one another that we forgot that he was initially here for a date. Of course, once i realized, i didn't even want to say anything. I was enthralled by him. He was so gorgeous and tall, and strong. He was perfect and i had already made up my mind that i was taking him home tonight. I'd have him tonight. And i knew he felt the same because i am beautiful. I've always, always, gotten any man i have ever wanted, this situation was no different.

Micheal glanced at his watch and his eyes widened "Holy crap!" he exclaimed "We've been chatting for three hours!"

"Well, i guess it's safe to say that you my friend, were stood up" i said in a giggle.

"Well, i'm not sorry because i met you, and let me tell you, you are pretty amazing. You made my night so fun. Plus you never know with dating nowadays. What if she had been a psycho?" he said with a slight slur followed by laughter.

We lost track of how many drinks we had and began to succumb to the alcohol. Our speech was becoming slightly slurred but we didnt care because we were enjoying every minute of each others company.

"You most definitely have to be so careful, nowadays, with dating.I mean, have you heard of the Tinder Stalker?" i asked.

"The who?!" he snorted, almost spitting wine out of his mouth.

"You mean to tell me that you live in Houston and you have not heard of the Tinder Stalker?! The killer is here! In Houston!" i exclaimed loudly.

"I guess i've been under a rock because i have not heard of this killer" he laughed.

"Story time" i slurred. "So, this Tinder killer, or whatever, uses Tinder to get dates. And while on the dates the vivtims are always usually drugged, taken back to THEIR places and brutally killed. But not before being tortured for hours and hours and some have even been found emasculated!"

His face had a horrified look on it and his eyes were wide with worry. "You see?! This is why i didn't want to date in the first place!" he yelled as he burst out into laughter and i followed in pursuit.

"Good thing you met your date on a video game and not in Tinder" i made fun and he gently pushed me. We began to laugh even harder that our eyes welled with tears and we were heaving and holding our abdomens in pain. After a while though, our laughter began to subside. He moved in closer to me and he looked me into my eyes. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, i could also tell he was second guessing his every move. So i knew, that tonight, i'd have to be the dominant one and make all the first moves. So i did. I grabbed him by the hair on the back of his neck and kissed him. I kissed him deep and passionately, i could tell he hadn't been touched like this in a while. He melted into me, he grasped my waist and didn't want to let go.

I pulled away from him "Want to get out of here?"

He didn't even think, "Yes" he quickly replied.

We took one last drink of our Merlots as he paid the tab.

"Your place?" i asked.

"It's actually really close" he said.

We both grabbed our coats and threw them on as we stepped out of the bar into the beautiful night life of our lit up city.The cold hit us like a brick wall and that's when we both realized how intoxicated we really were. We stumbled and staggered down the side walk arm in arm. We kissed and rubbed on one another on the walk to his place, almost too excited to even wait to be behind closed doors. But i wanted to wait. We finally made it to his palce, almost risking it all on the elevator ride up. Once we made it to his door and slipped inside, we began tearing each others clothes off and he slipped inside of me, i moaned in great pleasure as he entered me. It felt so good. We made love all over his place, knocking over furniture, picture frames and books for what seemed like hours and hours of pure ecstasy. Then, we finally landed on his shaggy throw rug in front of his lit fireplace. I'm not even quite sure when he managed to light it. We laid on the ground, panting , with him still rock hard inside me. He carressed my face and kissed me on my neck and chest and stared into my eyes. He finally rested his head on my chest and i felt him begin to drift off. He got heavier and heavier on me but i didn't mind. I liked the way he felt on top of me, his warmth was like a blanket. I ran my fingers between his fine hair and twirled it between my fingers. I lightly traced my name onto his back with my nails. I heard his breath getting heavier as he drifted off into a deeper sleep.

"Micheal, i'm The Tinder Stalker" i whispered.