Amanda and Me

As she got her heels back under her she turned around I got my first look at her. She looked to be in her early twenties, dark hair down to her shoulders cut to frame her cute face. With heals on she was tall, although still two or three inches shorter than me at 6'. With her thin frame and budding chest she looked like a dancer about to do a pirouette.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come barreling out of the bathroom like that."

"Oh I'm fine," she answered with an off-handed flick of her wrist, "I've had worse."

Her answering smile not only seemed to reassure me that I would not be getting chewed out but it also lit up her face and made her that much more attractive. I smiled and bent down to pick up her purse only to realize that everything that was inside her purse before we collided was now on the ground. She bent down next to me to help gather up her things.

"So you run into a lot of girls here?" she asked as she playfully nudged me with her shoulder.

I did my best to keep the nervousness out of my laugh. "Nope, you're the first." After picking up her cell phone I quickly added, "I guess it was all just part of my plan to get my hands on the new iPhone here."

Taking it out of my hand and putting it in her purse she asked what kind of phone I had.

"A blackberry. Unfortunately my iPhone was having connectivity problems with the server at work so I had to switch."

"The server huh? What do you do?"

After standing and helping her up I started to explain about my IT job. After thirty seconds or so of non-stop talking I finally realized that if some random cute girl I almost flattened against the wall was asking questions about me and my boring job that must mean she was at least somewhat interested in me. Thankfully I had had a few drinks so I stopped mid sentence and summoned all the liquid courage I had.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

With that bright smile returning to her face she replied, "I thought you'd never ask."