Head completely turned in my direction; she stared from across the room, transfixed.
I couldn’t look away either. She was beautiful.
I gloated in pride; I thought; “Its official, I am hot!”
I didn’t feel the slightest bit of discomfort when I discovered that it had almost been for an hour that her beautiful head was turned in my direction. I thought; “Well, I guess if she’s that desperate its worth giving it a shot!”
As I rose up to go offer her a drink and strike up a chat, a guy showed up from somewhere looking positively perplexed and sad. He looked at me and smiled an apologetic smile. As I stood there in the middle of the bar puzzled at his disposition, he turned to her, grabbed her pretty face with both hands and jerked it back to position.
So as I marched back to my table signalling the waiter for another order, I swore never to have anything to do with women with vertebral disorder.