This happened about 4 years ago when I was 20 years old in college working at a restaurant/bar inside our local hotel. This man, we’ll call him Brian, was 37 at the time I think. He was about 6 feet tall probably 200-220 pounds. A little facial hair with just a hint of gray and a sleeve tattoo. I am 5’4 115 pounds long brown hair. I’ve always had a thing for somewhat older men but never had any relationship of that sort.
When I saw Brian sitting at the bar I was immediately attracted to him and I’m not even crazy about tattoos. But it suited him. I saw him looking at me as well. Then I noticed the wedding band on his finger. Which was such a bummer.
A little while later I was carrying food out to the bar when the bartender pointed to him Brian and said it was for him. It could not have happened more perfectly. We had an excuse to start talking to each other. He said he was from a different state here working on a job for the next few months.