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I may not be able to recognize his face, but I could tell that the chocolate Adonis sitting on the far end of the bar was panty dropping fine.

If I were wearing panties tonight, I would have just given them to him and said come meet me in the bathroom.

Although he was sitting on a bar stool, I could tell he was well over six feet tall, his salmon-colored dress shirt was rolled halfway up his defined forearms, and his navy-blue tie was loosened like he had a long day in the office.

His dark hair was cut low. The lights over the bar glinted off his moisturized deep waves, and the way his neatly groomed beard framed his face, it enhanced his strong jaw and high cheekbones.

I felt like the amount of time I spent staring at him was starting to inch toward the creepy territory, but just when I was about to look away, he winked at me and angled his body in my direction, as if he was inviting my eyes to take all the time I needed, and I happily accepted.

The small smile he gave me was seductive, and I silently thanked the Lord that his smile was bright, and his teeth were straight.

I had to press my thighs tighter when I noticed his deep dimples from where I was sitting.

I raised my glass as a silent thank you, and he smirked as he lifted his hand and put two fingers against the side of his head and gave me a salute to say you’re welcome.

After that, I turned forward, making sure my hair fell over my shoulder to hide the side of my face, so he couldn’t see me peeking through my hair as I prepared myself for him to come over now that we were finished eye fucking each other.

I watched as he motioned for the bartender to come over, and once the bartender was in front of him, I watched him pull out his wallet and slide a black card across the bar.

I knew at any moment he was going to come over here, so I angled my body away from him and relaxed my shoulders, hoping my body language gave off the impression of nonchalance and unbothered.

I slowly swirled my tongue around the thin straw in my glass, hoping he was looking, while I absently twirled my finger in my hair.

I kept this game up for maybe ten seconds when I noticed my chocolate Adonis hadn’t made his way over to me yet, and I immediately stopped tongue fucking my straw, only for me to look up and realize that he was no longer sitting at the bar.

I subtly scanned the room, and he was nowhere in sight. He was gone.

My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it.

He fucking left, and he had the nerve to not even look in my fucking direction first, now that both surprised me and pissed me the fuck off.

I wouldn’t describe myself as conceited, but I knew I had it going on.

My skin was the color of brown sugar, my thick thighs propped up the full and plump ass my mamma passed down to me.

My waist was small…well small-ish, my hips were wide, and my titties were full and perky, and I made sure my hair was always laid.

Ok, so maybe I was conceited, sue me, but ain’t a damn thing wrong with having confidence and knowing you’re that girl, but I had to admit, having a fine ass man leave without trying to get my number, was a hit to my ego.

Before I could dwell too much on the missed opportunity with my mystery man, Marlow finally came from the bathroom and hopped on the barstool next to me.

“Well, this was fun, but I have a husband to get home to; he called me while I was in the bathroom and said he’s ready to loosen up my throat,” she said, licking her lips suggestively. I shook my head because Marlow was the complete opposite of me.

I was a workaholic. I loved being busy and working long hours and weekends, whereas Marlow made sure she left the office no later than five, and no matter what, she would not work weekends.

I always dressed to show off my curves, but Marlow dressed more modestly and would never show off her coke bottle shape.

I bought the best hair money could buy, and I changed hairstyles like underwear but no one outside of my family and Marlow has ever seen my natural hair.

Whereas Marlow only wore her natural coils in a protective style when it was time for her to go on vacation, like now her faux locs were in because she just came from vacation.

But one would be shocked that under that crystal loving, sage burning, meek and mild demeanor was a woman who was the poster child for sexual freedom, and I love that for her.

I’m a firm believer that every woman deserves the best sexual experience that works for them, I just wished Marlow stopped sharing all the explicit details of hers with me.

“Ew freak, that’s TMI,” I said, covering my ears.

“I hope he gives me a facial with his cum. Remember when you asked about my skin care routine? Well, that’s the secret; the protein in my man’s nut makes my skin glow,” Marlow shared in a dreamlike voice as if she was wishing for her husband to walk in here and cum on her face right now.

I was so speechless by what she said that my only response was to sit here with my mouth wide open.

“Anyway,” Marlow expressed, changing the subject as if she didn’t just casually mention getting a cum facial, “I’ll see you in the office tomorrow; you have that meeting with that water company.

If we land that account too, we’ll make our competitors fear us.

” Marlow gathered her belongings and air kissed me before rushing out the door.

Since I did not have a man, a dog, or even a plant to go home to, I sat at the bar and had another apple martini while thinking about my loveless love life.

Most days I loved my single life because I enjoyed the freedom of just living life, shopping, traveling.

And if I didn’t feel like cooking or busting it open, it was cool because I didn’t have a man whining about being hungry or not getting pussy.

But on nights like tonight when I wanted to relax on the couch wrapped in the strong arms of a hard bodied man while wearing my favorite yoga pants and an oversized shirt, I hated the single life with a passion.

Tonight, I hated the single life like Mister from The Color Purple or toxic ass men who start a podcast to bash women, and then get on said podcast and say shit like “I’m an Alpha male” or ask bullshit like “where are the women who still cook for their man after a long day?” That’s how much I hated the single life right now.

The more I sat here sipping, the more I started to feel a buzz from these martinis, so I pulled out my phone and opened the app to request a rideshare. When I signaled the bartender over to me so I could pay my tab, he told me my chocolate Adonis already paid for it.

Well, he could have at least left his number , I thought to myself and shrugged my shoulders as I put my credit card away and left.