Not that he was a player, just theopposite. Women found him a consummate and considerate sexual partner butnever a lover. The perfect gentleman he nev...r made promises he didn'tkeep and never bragged about his liasons. The women talked about himthough and his apparent disinterest in a long-term relationship didn'tstop them from trying. Each was sure that she would be the one to turnhis head AND his heart.A marine biologist by trade, he also loved his work. At the moment itinvolved the eating. My biggest passion in life is dancing. I have done it since the age of five. My mother observed me dancing like a ballerina in the mirror one day, and decided to sign me up for ballet; I thank her for that decision everyday. My life has not been perfect since then, nor could I have ever imagined it would have brought me where I am now. I spent the better part of my adolecesnce doing dance recitals and plays, but as I grew into a teenager, my dancing took a back seat. I was popular in high. Or we can wait fifteen minutes and you can make a grand entrance. Which one?" Yikes," she said, looking at the clock, as if to be sure I'd read it right. "Let's go. I'm not up for a grand entrance, nor a grand exit. I'd prefer to just be there until I sneak away."She let go of me, and went to her suitcases and closed them. Then she straightened, and her eyes searched around the room, checking for anything she might have forgotten. Finally, her eyes found mine again, she gave me a smile, and we. She took the first shot from her line, and I took mine. They were a sickly green colour. ‘Cheers.’ We said in unison, clinking our glasses together. I opened my throat and tipped the alcohol down in, the sour apple taste flooding my mouth, burning my throat. I winced, then noticed that Sarah was already on her second shot. I lifted the second shot and poured sour cherry. Third, a minty concoction. I was catching up with Sarah, who was just reaching for her 4th. I grabbed my fourth as she.