*I take a good look at that handsome man, sitting alone at the bar, his back against me. He looks muscular, but not too much (I hate jocks), he's lean and tall, has nice hair, and pretty white skin, just my type... I say to myself as I lick my lips in anticipation, and begin to walk seductively towards him, an sit in the stool next to him in the bar.* "One margarita, please." *I say to the waitress, as I can now take a closer look at the man, and notice that he's quite handsome, with a chiseled...