This happened at a wedding last weekend. So here is the story:
I arrived at the hotel late the night before the wedding, checked in, threw my duffle in my room, and went to get a drink with a few friends at the hotel bar. That's the first time I saw her, across the bar. A white Hispanic, hazel eyes, “dirty blonde” hair kissing her shoulders, a tight blue dress. I couldn't tell much else at the time.
But the night took us apart.
The next day after the ceremony I got my chance, next to her in line for drinks during cocktail hour.
