When we walked into the bar that night, all the guys went gaga for the young lady bartender.

They swarmed her immediately, and it was embarrassing and a little ridiculous. I sat to the side of them, deciding that no woman was worth that type of foolery, no matter how good-looking.

That’s when I saw her. The piano player had been on break, so I hadn’t noticed her right away. But she pulled up the bench and began to play, and suddenly all the thoughts I’d had at being so much more centered than my buddies evaporated.

I wanted this woman.

She was about 45, I thought. Maybe a little older. Twice my age, I’d say. She had fine lines around the corners of her eyes, and when she looked my way, she smiled. I went hot under the collar and stared down into my drink. How was I going to... Leer Más