On the first Saturday that I was officially single, I hit up a popular pub. It was busy and I grabbed a seat at the bar. As I was enjoying my beer, a woman ponied up next to me to order a drink. I made a joke about her getting in my personal space. She leaned in a little closer and laughed harder than my joke warranted. She was cute and about 5′-4″ tall, thin, long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 5′-10″ 170 lbs, fit with salt/pepper hair. I’m slightly below average looking but handsome enough if you look the right way.
We bantered for 5-10 minutes, during which time I touched her a couple times on the arm and she reciprocated. I got her number when she left to rejoin her friends. We texted back and forth over the next week, but our schedules weren’t aligning so I gave it up. A week or so later she texted me out of the blue and asked if I was doing anything. I suggested dinner in town.