I never realized before that moment that a man could be so attractive even though he wasn't very tall. Fleetingly, I pondered the society that teaches us Tall, Dark, and Handsome is what women should want, but honestly I was too distracted for deep ruminations on it. He couldn't have been more than about 5'6", but you would swear he never even noticed. As if someone pointed it out once and he promptly forgot about it, so everyone else did too. He exuded a kind of confidence you rarely see anymore, and that attribute alone set him apart.
He was standing with his buddies all the way across the bar, but I could see his eyes were a bright blue. Sandy brown hair, medium build. A million-watt smile though, straight pearly whites flashed in the dim decor lighting. Laughing at something one of his pals said, he glanced toward me with wicked in his eyes.
My kind of man already.
The way he looked at me, he had clearly noticed me noticing him, and it was just a question now of who would make the first move...
The difference between confident and cocky is in how much noise it makes. Confidence is silent.
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