It was 9 pm on a Thursday. The bar was sparsely occupied. That wasn’t unusual for a weeknight. With a 90% heterosexual male patronage in attendance, the odds of ‘getting lucky’ with a female appeared to be pretty low. The sole lady drinking at the counter was quite attractive but had politely refused all offers of personal attention. Her unspoken vibe conveyed that she wasn’t interested in any of the ‘hungry sharks circling the water’. The message was clearly received. Respectfully, they gave her space.
The only other female present, sat alone in a dimly-lit booth in the back. None of the would-be Romeos present bothered with her either. Sitting that far away from the bartender was an even stronger indication she wanted to be left alone. It just wasn’t anyone’s night, by the looks of things. Then an unexpected thing happened. The lady from the booth rose up, walked over to the solitary woman at the bar and sat down beside her on the next stool. More than a couple of the hopeful guys snorted or rolled their eyes in mock disgust. They hadn’t counted on ‘that’.