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Although my bar stays fairly busy and I see several guys come through the door, only a handful of them are worth a second glance—and I'm talking about a handful in a year. One in particular I'd seen during my first few months at the bar. He was one of the most attractive men I'd seen, not just in the bar—in my life. While I usually end up seeing the rugged, dark-haired type, I'm a real sucker for blondes with white teeth wearing oxfords and this guy had all the goods. Google Dave Barnes if you need a visual. He made me nervous, as in a shortness of breath, trembling type of nervous. A typical night at my job involves dealing with a slew of annoying guys tossing lame lines at me, but not in this case. This guy didn't offer any sort of comic relief, he simply ordered his drinks (Bud Light and a shot of SoCo with lime), and left. Since I didn't know him, I had no idea what I could say to him or if I should even say anything at all. After seeing him a few times, I decided to take a chance at commenting on his appearance. From the looks of his tab, he was slightly drunk, and I saw his name: Cornelius...Cornelius Hottness. "Do you listen to Dave Barnes?" I asked him. "No," he said. There was nowhere else to go; so much for my wise pickup line. "Why?" "You look exactly like him," I replied. "Is that a compliment?" he asked. I nodded and that was that. It was months before it went any further. After I'd discovered we had a mutual friend, I made my move. Shortly after, he came to the bar during one of my happy hours and asked me to join him for a drink at the end of my shift. I happily agreed. One gin and tonic turned into several and my words of work and interests slurred into talk of stupid stories and drunken memories. We closed the bar down and walked outside, where I demanded a kiss from him. It was perfection. One of the reasons I'd previously mentioned that its a mistake to date a patron was the breakup. If things were to turn sour, the guy in question usually ends up at the bar asking why it didn't work out. But any girl in love, or lust, will tell you the door swings both ways—when it's good, it's really good. It's been a few months since I shared that first kiss with Cornelius and his kisses are still perfection. We have a similar sense of humor, many things in common, and a cool comradeship. Of course, it hasn't all been such a dream; we've had our disagreements about missed phone calls, ex girlfriends and boyfriends, and even other bar patrons. At this point in my life, I've romanticized the idea of the relationships—face it, I've seen too many romantic comedies. I'm learning that dating, in itself, is an experience and each one might be completely different. To any bartender, I still wouldn't recommend going after a patron. But to anyone over 16, when it comes to a decision on whom to date; if your heart is in it, the other circumstances might just fall to chance. - Holly -
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