The greasy nerd at the end of the bar.

My eyes glance from single guy to single guy before finally settling on a greasy, overweight nerdy looking geek sitting at the end of the bar. He looks just the right mixture of loneliness and desperation to be an easy free drink.

I make my way over to him, slide up and let my fingers trace across his shoulder, enough to get his attention, but little enough to be almost accidental.

"Can I help you?" he asks like he's working at an office supply store.

"You have just the cutest hair!" I run my fingers through his greasy curly black hair and then look down right into his **** eyes. In that instant they reveal his longing need. I know I have him and I didn't even have to work for it.

"Wwha..what're you drinking?" he stammers.