I’ve seen you in this bar before. You usually have a whiskey and two beers. You will talk to your friends for awhile, on occasion dance or flirt with a pretty girl and leave. I’ve seen you leave with a girl before and I wished I could have been her.
You’ve never noticed me. I don’t look like those other girls that walk up to you and start talking. I’m not shy. I would talk to you, but I want you to see me and feel drawn to me. I go out to the dance floor with my friend. She doesn’t know that I like to come here just to watch you. She has mentioned how handsome you are to me before, but I shrug it off. I don’t want her to know.