The Girl In Purple Stilettos

It's been a few weeks since that night at the bar but I still can't seem to get her off my mind.


It was just like any other friday. I woke up at 6am with a better mood than usual thinking the weekend was about to start in a few hours. I took a shower and had eggs and bacon for breakfast. I got to the office and was greeted by my officemates with a few inappropriate jokes and shortly after, work began. It was a friday so matter how much work I had I knew it was all going to end at 6pm.

The day went by in a blur and at around 5:30pm the texts started coming in. One from Trey who wanted to go out clubbin, he just broke up with his girlfriend of 4 years and he needed the distraction. Charles wanted to check out that new bar by the strip, he heard that's where all the girls hangout now and he wanted to know if there was any truth in the rumors. Jon wanted to go to our favorite steak place to have dinner, he just recently got a girlfriend and was on his best behavior in the hopes of remaining taken for more than 2 weeks. After about a few minutes of arguing through text we all decided to do what everyone wants. We were gonna have steak for dinner, drinks at the new bar and party at the club after.

I went straight home after work to get ready for a boys' night out with my friends. I wasn't expecting too much because no matter what happens I knew hangin' out with the guys would always be something to laugh about. I thought about my friends for awhile and realized how different we all were. Trey was the good guy. He was the one everyone came to when it comes to life advice. Charles was the joker. He was the one everyone came to when they needed to be cheered up. Jon was the player. He was the one who knew the most about girls or at least that's what he says although he might be turning a new leaf with this new girl of his. He says she might be the one.

(The one? What does that even mean?)

Then there's me. I would like to think I'm a mix of all those three idiots or at least their good sides. For some reason when it came to relationship advice they always came to me saying I gave the best ones. It's quite flattering, to be honest, but I wish I could say it was true but for some reason I can't seem to give myself some useful ones.

I'm the eldest of 4 and I have 3 beautiful and kind sisters. We were raised in the suburbs with the most amazing parents any kid could ask for. I moved to the city to go to the university and I decided to work here after finishing my degree. I've been single for about to 2 years after breaking up with a girlfriend I had for 3 years. I've been dating since then but I just never found someone that made me hear the click. The click-like sound that you hear when two pieces fit together. It gets a little lonely sometimes but with practice I've learned to get by besides, I don't know if I can forgive myself again if I mess up for the second time. My friends said I've been too hard on myself but I just can't help it especially if you've had something great and you let it slip away just like that.

At 830pm we were all on the restaurant with pounds of steak in our midst and by 10pm we were ready to have our first round of beer. The bar was quite promising and the legends were true. There were a lot of hot girls. It was every guy's definition of entertaining to just watch them in all their beauty.

There was one who stood out, though. A girl in a sexy black dress that showed off her long legs that was sitting at the bar by herself. In the middle of pouring our hearts out about sports, hot chicks we liked, sports and hot chicks who ditched us, I would spend a second or two longer looking at her direction to just watch her. I didn't want my friends to know because I knew exactly what they would do and I wasn't really in the mood to play games that night.

After about 3 rounds of beer I went to the restroom and when I came back that's when it all began. My so-called friends had connived into something that anyone would call a ridiculous idea.

Charles: "Hey man, did you see that girl at the bar?"

"What girl?", I said.

Jon: "Dude, that girl you've been staring at for the last hour. The one with the black dress and killer legs."

"What are you talking about?" Shit. Was it that obvious?

Trey: "It's a friday night and you have a hot girl by herself in a bar. She's asking for it man."

Charles: "Yeah man, You gotta give it to her."

"Fuck you, Charles"

Jon: "Dude, I'd do it but you know I'm a changed man."

Charles: "Alright here's the deal. You go up to her and get her number and we'll take care of the bill."

Trey: "Heyyy, there's nothing like free beer on a friday night"

He did have a point. The only thing better than beer on a friday night is FREE beer on a friday night. Plus once intoxicated, any bastard would do anything for free drinks.

"Fuck it. What the hell. I'll do it."

As I start making my way to the bar, the people I call my friends started snickering. Little did I know, Charles had already approached this girl while I was in the restroom and she harshly blew him off. 

Once I got closer, I realized how short her dress really was and how it showed off her smooth and perfect legs. Her legs were crossed and they were resting on the foot rest on her stool. That's when I noticed the shoes she had on. They were purple stilettos.

As I was approaching her, she turned her head and gave me a glaring look with one raised eyebrow before downing her cosmo. She look pissed and beautiful. Beautifully pissed, if there's even a thing.

She was something else from afar but she was even more glorious up close.

Shit, was I in over my head with this one.

"Hi" was all I came up with and it was all I had time to say before she cut me off.

"What the fuck? Seriously? You come here AFTER I blow your friend off? Did you think I didn't like his sorry ass and wanted yours instead? Look, will you just fuck off and leave me to drink in peace or would you rather have me call the bouncers?"

While she was shooting away at me the first thing I thought was "Shit, this girl can roar!" and the second was "Damn, she's even sexier as hell when she's furious".

When she finally stopped talking I asked her, "Are you done? Will you please let me explain before you call the bouncers?"

I stood there for a good 2 minutes before she said, "What are you still doing here? Piss off already."

The alcohol I had, started to sink in and I was starting to get a little bold.

"Listen, I know you're pissed off and you want nothing else but to kick my ass along with my friends' but I don't want you to sit all alone in a bar and forever think of me and friends as douche bags. So please calm down and listen to me for a second and I will leave you alone in peace with your drink and no one will bother you for the rest of the night. I promise, aight?"


I promise. Those two words work everytime. To any girl.

"Fine. You have 30 seconds.", she said.

"Wait, let me get you a drink first." 

I ordered a gin and tonic for me and a cosmopolitan for her.

Then I began, "First of all, I had no idea my friend already came here and tried to hit on you. I am not some crazy idiot who would still go after a girl after his friend has been so harshly blown off. The only reason why I did come here is that my friends tricked me into getting your number and I only agreed for the hopes of getting free booze and saving a few bucks tonight. Secondly, you are obviously upset about something but please stop scaring the crap out of men and I'm begging you to not tell the bouncer to hit me. I'm already too damaged and broken as it is."

As I was saying that last sentence I was trying to make that puss in boots begging face that women seemed to like hoping it would help. They say its irresistible so I thought it was worth a shot. 

She laughed. It worked. I'm not exactly sure why but it did.

"Really? You find a man's admission of weakness funny?" That was it. She was in the bag. She had no way out now. 

I took the chance and took the seat next to her.

"Ok fine, Your friends wanted to have a little fun but why did it have to be on me?"

"Seriously? You don't know? You're a gorgeous woman alone in a bar on a friday night. You're like a flame to the moths the world call men. You can look around and see all the guys who I'm sure are wondering what the hell I could have said that made you laugh."

She looked around and blushed.

We sat there for a few awkward minutes before I bluntly asked, "So tell me, what are you upset about?"

"Don't you think that's a little personal? Besides, why do you care?"

"That's the whole point, don't you see. What ever it is that is making you upset you could always tell people you know about it if you wanted to but instead you're in a bar by yourself. Maybe it's not a friend you need but a stranger. I am no life expert but, hey you never know. Maybe I can help."

She was silent again before she finally said, "Alright I'll tell you but with a condition."

"What is it?"

"We will remain strangers like you said. No names. No contact details. No connection even after I tell you everything."

Damn, this girl was smart. "Alright, deal"

She told me everything and after that her mood changed. Her mood seemed lighter and she smiled more. When I thought she was sexy when she was mad was nothing to how beautiful she was when she smiled. I could only imagine how she looked when she was really happy.

"What did I tell you? You feel better or what?"

"I hate to admit it but you're right. I do feel a lot better. Thanks" Then smiled.

I couldn't help it. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me your name?"

"You were the one who said something about being strangers."

(To be continued..)