Friday Night.

Ok. The bartending gig I had was at a place that holds about 600 people, so naturally I didn't figure there would much of a chance that I would see both of them at the same time, or definately not in the same vicinity of each other. I was wrong on both counts. Nastya showed up first with her friend and found a table close to the bar, and within my line of sight. Because how I do what I do (think the movie 'Cocktail), I'm considered the entertainment and thus the bar sits higher and allows me a good view of the crowd, and they have a good view of me as well. About 10 minutes later Sara shows up with her husband, and we make eye contact the whole time they are looking for an empty seat. This particular club has long tables that seat about 16 people each so you share a table with other partiers. They honed in on a table right next to where Nastya was sitting, but fortunately a group of guys cut in front of them and took those spots. Sara's husband was obvioiusly not happy with them but started looking elsewhere. Nastya had seen what happened as well and motioned to Sara that she has empty seats at her table. They talked for a few seconds, and while I was starting to freak, Sara tried to get her husbands attention. Fortunately he found a table as well, but only two away from Nastya. But much better than sitting at the same table. It was an unusually slow night so I wasn't swamped and had time to flirt with Sara. I know I had a huge grin on my face, and so did she, but I kept glancing over at her husband who was busy talking to somebody else at the table, and he did not notice. Nastya was seated kinda sideways to me and so didn't really notice as well. I don't think. This went on about an hour - but it was such a blur to me. I have no idea how I didn't screw up, even though I don't remember a thing I did. LOL. Then her husband suggests they move to the back of the club - probably because the music is pretty loud up front where they were sitting. This particular table had a bunch of college kids, some celebrating a bachelor's party. I watched as these guys hit on Sara, and I also watched her husband's concern. The guys played the 'lets get in good with husband so we can party and hit on his wife when he's not looking' routine. He seemed to fall for it, as I learned latter from Sara that he bought the table a couple rounds of shots that night. I honestly felt sorry for him because I know he felt outmatched by these young studs. And he was. But Sara was a lot like my wife in those situations, and played along but didn't let things get out of hand. But it was because of these guys that kept me from 'stealing' Sara for a few minutes. Her husband was watching her like a hawk. But Sara told me they had a great time and he didn't seem upset about anything that happened that night. Oh, by the way. According to Sara, he did point me out right away when they arrived. He recognized me from the other times they had visited the city. But since I'm a 'performer', he didn't think much of it. Later that evening he even pulled me aside to compliment me on my performance. That freaked out both Sara and I. LOL.

So where did Nastya fit in during all this? She was busy enough talking to her friend as well as the guys who were hitting on them, to not notice my attention was elsewhere. But when I took a break, she came and grabbed my hand, pulling me to her table. I'm not sure if I should say "fortunately", or "unfortunately" that Sara did not see this. Although I had no problems watching Sara get hit on (probably because she kept giving me such a wonderful smile now and then as she was eating up all the attention), I was a little upset because these guys were the cause of why I won't get any time with her. So as I was sitting at the table with Nastya we slowly became very cozy and began to hold hands. All those other desires started to creep in as well as I put my arm around her and pulled her closer to me. Before I knew it I had pulled her from the table and into the backroom of the club where I tried to kiss her. She stopped for a moment and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said yes. Then she said "we are only just friends. right?" I said "right". We kissed briefly, then proceeded to make out like school kids. I knew there was a camera in this backroom so I definately had no intention to going any further. But it was obvious things could have progressed very quickly from that point.

Later that night, when I saw Sara again, I began to feel depressed. Not so much because of what I had done with Nastya - that being pure lust - but because once again Sara was just inches from my finger tips. And I couldn't do a thing about it.