Let me tell you about myself, My name is Alice and Im 23, 21 at the time of the story. Im 55, got curly brown hair, dark brown eyes and the most gorgueous smile, or so Ive been told.
But anyway, back to the story. I hadnt had a boyfriend for about five years, ad I was getting to that point where I thought no one would ever like me and I mean ever. I was about to resign to the fact that I would probably stay a virgin for the rest of my life when my friends decided that they were going to take me out to a club some where, Im not sure where as I cant remember where we actually went, but that not the point. So I got dressed up all pretty, did my hair and make up and made sure I wore shoes that I could dance in and off we went.
When we reached the club, it was great and we all had fun but no one asked me to dance, or even what my name was, and I definatly thought that I had some deformity, as I was the only woman sitting at the bar. But then along came the most gorgueous man you have ever seen in your entire life. The picture of masculinity, tall, dark, and devestatingly handsome. He sat himself right up beside me and ordered a bacardi, then turned to look at me.
Either you are delibratly warding off all men, or those men are just stupid He said in that way that makes you want to swoon, as well as adding a wonderful smile to the mix. So, like lonely woman I was, I got hooked in and within half an hour, I had found out his name - Elliot, his parents names, pointless dont-need-to-know facts about his family and had also danced with him for 15 minutes. Eventually, I said good bye to my friends and wandered off back to his place, praying Id be ok and that he wouldnt just assume things.
We got inside and the first thing I saw was a huge bla... Læs hele novellen
