His obscure love story

He came in every Thursday evening. Sat at the exact same spot. A little because of comfort but mostly because it was his best vantage point. From the stool at the corner of the dark bar. He loved looking at her, he loved her laughter,he loved the sound of her, he was slightly obsessed with her. He kept to himself on Thursday night. Everyone thought he worked late on Thursday. Since he did not like working through his weekends, or so they thought. Today, she was wearing a short black skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever. He loved days like today, when his imagination could roam to unsanitary places. He wondered for a moment if she had thought it strange that he always came alone, every Thursday, sat at the same spot. She must be used to it by now, he was sure. Who wouldn't want to just stare at her for hours. She was stunning. Her hair flowing thick like a horse mane. Yeah, very clever, old chap. Never repeat that to anyone. He smiled at himself as he thought. He knew with almost certainty, that there was real man in her life. Either that or she had very many male relatives. He envied them. The men who could successfully take this woman home. He watched her come towards him, bottle in hand. "Hey you. Thought I'd find you here. How was your week?" She asked him, her eyes dancing like an excited child. "Better now that I've seen you." She smiled indulgently and encouraged him to continue. She chatted him up for another 10 minutes before moving on. Enjoying the view from behind almost as much as he did from the front. She would be back he was sure. He had so much to tell her today. If he was lucky tonight, he might be the last man standing. He plotted in his mind as he sipped on the drink she had so lovingly poured. Tonight would be the night, he mused....

Ring, ring.....Dammit. "Hey babe, can you pass by the Chemist on your way. Toto is sick." Damn reality. He gulped down his drink, gave her back one last longing look. It was time to go home.