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intercourse, leaving the remains of her fantasy another reminder that it was just that: a fantasy , and one that, in her mind, would never be fulfilled.
    Kate went to sleep both lonely and frustrated, cuddling a pillow so not to create the illusion of a partner, but to cover her body’s curves from even her own recognition.  She hated the way she looked.  She hated herself. As she switched off the light, she had no idea what was to happen to her next.
    ***
    A few weeks had passed when Kate found herself dressed as a cowgirl, attending the annual “Halloween Bar Bash” at Whiskey’s, the local sports pub.  She lived in a small suburb of New York City, but frequently attended Whiskey’s with the hope that she might start a conversation with one of the hot, city commuters.  Most of the time she found herself drooling over a side of daydream, but tonight the most unexpected of visitors approached her at the bar.
    “What are you drinking?”
    Kate didn’t notice.
    “ Achem .  What are you drinking?”
    Kate quickly jumped back into reality, realizing that the tall, handsome, and rugged man in the lumberjack costume was actually talking to her.
    “Err...a Dirty Shirley,” Kate replied, only now realizing that drinking the alcoholic version of her favorite children’s drink might actually be the biggest turn off a man could ever possibly hear.
    “Two Dirty Shirleys then, please,” said the lumberjack to the Frankenstein bartender. 
    Kate was shocked.  Did he order a Dirty Shirley for himself, or did he just order me two considering my size? Asshole. 
    “I’m Jack,” he said with an outstretched arm.
    “Err, Kate,” she replied, reaching her hand to greet his.
    “I’ve been watching you for quite some time.  I notice that you always order the same drink so I figure I might as well see what all the fuss is about.”
    Kate began to blush.  Has he really been watching me?  How have I not noticed him before?
    Jack was wearing a tightly fitted, red and black checkered shirt that was tucked into his formfitting blue jeans.  Kate couldn’t help but notice his chiseled pecs just barely visible from the two open buttons at the top of his shirt.  She also couldn’t help but notice his exposed bulge – not quite erect – but clearly somewhat enlarged considering the size of what she was seeing. 
    “Everything okay, Kate?” Jack asked. 
    “Oh!  Yes.  I was just admiring your...uh...belt!  It’s so detailed!  I’ve never seen such detail on a belt before!”  Kate was mortified.  Well, that went well , she thought to herself in a sarcastic tone.
    Yet when taking a look at his actual belt, Kate did find comfort in the fact that it really was quite detailed.  She wasn’t just imagining things from the corner of her eye.
    “Is that an image of a wolf carved in it?” Kate asked, feeling the heat of her embarrassment slowly dissipate.
    “You’re perceptive,” Jack replied.
    The bar tender handed him their drinks.
    “Here’s to you,” Jack said, handing Kate her glass.  “And to your heightened sense of... sight.”
    Kate cheered the glass of her mysterious drinking partner, all while trying to figure out what, exactly, he meant by that statement.  Heightened sense of sight?  Is he socially awkward or actually flirting with me?  He must be awkward.  Yep.  Total weirdo. God dammit.  I would get the hot stalker with Asperger’s. 
    “So you’ve been watching me, have you?”  Kate’s instincts were telling her to get the hell out of that bar, but something kept her talking.  Curiosity?  Attention?  She’ll always think back to this moment and wonder why she stayed when the voice in her head was screaming for her to leave.
    “I guess I let that secret out, huh?  You must think I’m a crazy person.”
    “I didn’t say that...” Kate said. I did say that.
    “My family actually owns this bar.  I’m here on most nights helping out.  I have a hard time sleeping, so I find