You Meet Aiden

While enjoying your delicious drink whose rum is relaxing you and your inhibitions, you get a tap on the shoulder. You turn around and see a man who has a few inches on you in height, wearing a pressed business suit, and a friendly smile. He has blue eyes, a blonde 5 o'clock shadow, and a full head of blonde hair trimmed business-style, combed to the right. He places a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey there, the name's Aiden, pleasure to meet you. You don't seem like you've been here before, and you seem like a cool guy, what's your name, fella?" He asked in a confident demeanour.

You pause for a moment, confused about the situation, but decide that you came here to meet people so you may as well introduce yourself. You give Aiden your name, "And, you're right. I haven't been here before. I really haven't tried to meet people or go to any bars for a long time." You respond in kind.

"Hey, no worries man, at least I popped that cherry for ya. I think I'll hang around you for a while, try and make this a good night for you. I'm a businessman and recently I'm taking a break from my work. Mostly I do investments. I move money from one place to another and around and around and eventually it turns into more money. It was tough at first, but boy I tell you what, I hit a hot streak recently and I felt like it was my time to pull out and enjoy my money for a change. I've been at this bar for the past week and a half, getting numbers, getting laid... but to be honest you're the first guy I approached that I wanted to be a buddy to." While he spoke, he directed where you went, where you sat, what you looked at and when almost as if he was a magician using slight of hand with the precision of a surgeon. He smelled of strong, musky cologne and a little scotch. Once you were at a booth at the second floor, he looked you in the eyes, "This place has the best bean dip, my friend. Let me treat you to some chips and we can get to know each other." He smiled, hands in plain sight, almost as if to let you know that the trick was already in motion and that looking for it from this point forward would be fruitless.

"Thanks... Aiden, was it?" You begin conversing with him. "I do online consults for a software company and occasionally debug programs. I've been a recluse, mostly watching movies and playing video games, but every now and again I end up going out with my wife to see a movie or catch the subway to the amusement park." You smile. The chips arrived and you both began snacking. You made an audible "MMMmmm!" on that first bite. Aiden was right, this place does have the best bean dip.

He chuckled, "I knew you'd love it. Online consults... huh? That sounds like a pretty sweet gig. I play video games myself, and I've had a lot more time on my hands recently. Maybe we can kick back and play some multiplayer over at my penthouse loft sometime?" He noted. The conversation dragged on for the next hour and a half. You consumed copious amounts of tortilla chips and bean dip and hadn't even noticed the time fly by.

"I guess it's about time to head back home. I think I'll call a cab so it'll be ready here in 15 or so." You say.

"Don't worry about it. I'll just give you a ride. I haven't drank anything for the last two hours, been staying hydrated, so I can get you home. And it's the least I could do since you were nice enough to chat and hang out with me." He smiled.

You felt odd about the idea of accepting a ride from a total stranger, but you had to admit that it was better than a smelly cab ride. After a bit of thought, you nod to him and you both head out to his car.

The passenger door he opened up belonged to a midnight blue Ferrari. You felt like your jaw was going to make a crater in the ground. You looked at him and all he did was chuckle, "It was a gift from my old firm." He said very matter-of-factly. He drove you around, through a few ally ways and over to the street your apartment building was on. He pulled up to the doorway to your building and he smiled.

You smiled back, "Thank Yo..." You were cut off as he suddenly grabbed you and planted a kiss on you. He caressed your head, stroked your hair, and let off slowly. He dropped a business card in your shirt pocked. You were speechless. The kiss couldn't have lasted more than 30 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Your body felt flush, and you didn't know how to react. Wide-eyed, and with a little bit of an involuntary smile, you waited for him to talk.

"Thanks for hanging with me, give me a call the next time you need a wingman." He smiled. You got out of the car and returned to your apartment.