His opening after the name exchange was, "And what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?"I almost laughed, but since I wasn't... the least bit interested in letting myself be picked up, but did want some company at the table I behaved myself. We talked and had several more drinks as I explained to him the trials and tribulations of my job search."I can sympathize with you. I'm having as much trouble finding someone willing to work for me as you are trying to find a job."My. She froze, and racked her brain. Nobody ever visited her after work, let alone at all. She had no idea who that could be. Wanting to find out, she walked briskly to the door, unlocked it, and opened it, to reveal...nobody. Just as she had suspected. Must have been an accident, or a couple of neighboring kids wanting to play a joke. Who would want to visit her?She was about to shut the door, when something caught her eye sitting on her doormat. A small package was sitting there, and it had her. That's when the new washer and dryerwill be here, I hear my wife Carol yelling from the kitchen. She nevermisses work on Mondays and Fridays, to her it's a cardinal sin. Soooo,I'm thinking Friday would be a great day to play. It's only Sunday but ittakes luck and timing to set something up. I gotta get moving! Tuesday afternoon I'm screwing off at work playing email tag with acouple of guys, trying to get a commitment for Friday when I get an emailfrom HIM. Yeah, Him. You know who I'm talking. “You hungry?" "In more ways than you'll know." "Then let's eat.” Stepping from the bar stool, he offered me his hand. In the extreme boots I was level with him, which was a refreshing change. As he leaned past to fetch our drinks I breathed his cologne. Earthy and masculine, it stirred my hormones. He waited then indicated the way. “Ladies first.” To outsiders it was a chivalrous gesture, one man impressing his date with good manners. But I knew the real reason was so he could ogle my arse.