It had been a long time since I’d hit the bars by myself, looking for a hookup. After my [adventure at the gas station](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/asgi4i/a_fresh_start_fm/), though, I was craving more. So, more than a little nervous, I walked into one of my old haunts, a cheesy little joint connected to the Marriot for added convenience. I was decked out in a woman’s best friend, my little black dress, showing off more cleavage than would normally be considered decent, with my deep auburn hair pulled back in a bun, strappy black heels, and my makeup done just so. Against my pale skin, the combination of the black dress and red lipstick I was sporting popped like you wouldn’t believe.
Back in college, my girlfriends and I used to do what we called “flyby”s. We’d walk into a party, we’d each spot a cute guy, and we’d see how quickly we could get him to leave. With my nerves, I decided this would be my best choice. Waiting around for a guy to get up the nerve to make a move would have been death for my confidence. As I entered the room, my ego was inflated by several guys stopping what they were doing to watch me. It didn’t completely reinflate my confidence, but it helped.