I glance out the window to my right. There he is again on the other side of the parking lot -that handsome man who's not my type. He's standing next to his motorcycle, smoking a cigarette. I laugh out loud. Now he is definitely NOT my type. Ugh, I hate smokers. I put my car in drive ad slowly drive past him towards the exit. He smiles and nods at me as I drive past. I smile and give a small wave back with my right hand, just to be nice. I turn on my right blinker and head towards my apartment.
I can't believe I just wasted three hours people watching at a bar. Sure, I could have had a date tonight, or accepted any one of the three offers offered to me at the bar. I declined every one of them. I want Mr. Right. And every guy tonight did not give me that spark or butterfly feeling I'm looking for. Well, at least I got a lot of studying done sitting alone in the bar.
I pull into my stall in the parking ramp of my apartment building. It's eleven thirty-three already, but with all these lights in the ramp it feels like daytime. I lock my car and head towards the elevators, hitting the third floor button to my apartment. I wonder what his name is? Ugh! Seriously, why am I thinking about him? I've never seen him before and I'll probably never see him again.
At least I thought I would never see him again .........
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