I walked into the dimly lit bar, the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air.

Then I saw her, Susan, sitting on a bar stool, a vision of effortless sexiness, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

She wore a short, red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and she exuded confidence and allure.  I was captivated, unable to look away.

She noticed my gaze, smiled slightly, and my heart skipped a beat.

Every step towards her felt like a dream, and I knew I had to have her.