I'm just saying

I've noticed her here at the local bar for some time now. I've noticed her since the first day we bumped into each other by a drunk patron. She had to be at least 5'1 without the heels. Not saying she's short because I only stand 5'7 myself. But, her eyes and her slight petite frame caught my attention immediately. So, much I tried for the past couple of days to run into her again. Just to get the chance to see her again. I should of known that on payday would be the best time to see her. And sure enough when she walked in. She mad sure to draw everybody's attention. Even the men and women who are here together had to look at her. Short business skirt, low cut blouse, make up still done as if she just started her day. Hair flowing free even though there's no wind blowing outside. Glad the person that was sitting next to me left before she got here. As soon as she sat down, I could smell her perfume and it was so very intoxicating. It took everything in me not to look down her blouse. Fuck it. I'm going to look. I planned to see more of her anyways. I take a quick glance at her. Give her a smile and I tilt my glass to her as I look down her blouse. She smiled back. Lips would look so good on me. After sitting next to her and watching the game. I noticed she was watching the game and blowing guys off left and right. I figured it won't hurt to be blown off just like them. Can't hurt to try my luck. As soon as I turn to talk to her she says *no. I don't need you to buy me a drink* I make a smug look on my face and say *I was going to ask you how you like the game so far?* she changed her body language real quick. She then said *I'm sorry. Just get tired of the same guy asking the same thing.* I laughed and say *true. We do say some dumb things. But, you can't blame us. Not sound like a perv. But, you look better than most women in here.* She looked around and laughed. *Maybe I do look better than them. Ok. You got that one.* I laugh with her and try to get back to talking about the game. I tell her *I'm not a big fan of LeBron James. But, he's very good.* She says *Me either. But, can't nobody stop him. He's just too big. I won't be able to stop him or you from doing whatever you wanted to do to me. Even if i tried.* Me and the bartender gave her and her glass of wine a shocked look. All my brain said was it's time to take our prey home.