Before Jessica even saw her match, she could smell his cheap cologne and just knew that this was not going to be love at first sit. Seriously, who the hell came up with that? As he sat down, she fixed him with a blank stare, idly stirring her cocktail with her straw. And the pick-up line. Before he could even finish it, Jessica slammed her hand on the little bell between them, not happening, get away from me. That was a hell no.
The man who'd approached Wanda seemed a bit more normal; a little mousy with his thinning brown hair and timid grin, but nothing that outright screamed red flag (unless the receding hairline was a problem). He waved and sat down, fixing at his tie. "Wow," he blurted, "you're gorgeous." And when he should have stopped there, he continued, "I'd love to see what your feet look like. Forgive me if I'm coming on too strong--can I see them?"