Over here," I hear Felix yell as I walk into the bar. He waves from a table on the side as I squeeze past the many people occupying the crowded space.

I find my way there and sit down, finding that he's already ordered me a drink.

"Cheers! I want to get you nice and loose tonight," he says.

"Haha, oh really?" I answer.

"Yeah, I want to see you have a good time," he remarks. "The show's about to start in a few."

Oh yeah, the band we came to see with Felix's boy toy in it, I remember. I just hope they're not some crazy punk band. This should be fun, I think sarcastically.

The band starts to take the stage and Felix waves to the guitar player, who must be Robbie. They start to play; they're a little bit funky, a little bit pop-like, and their lead singer takes the stage and begins to sing as people applaud.

I am thrilled because I am a huge fan of female vocalists and it is unexpected with all the male-led bands there are in this city. I don't have a completely clear view so I move my chair ever so slightly over to take a look.

When I see her, a jolt of electricity runs through my body.

She's tall, dressed in tight black pants with a white tank top, her black bra peeking out from underneath. Her arms are smooth and fit. Her shoulders are bare and they look so soft. She has on black boots that go halfway up her calf with a sexy heel. She has the most beautiful, thick blonde curly hair I have ever seen. I cannot stop looking. On top of all that, she is singing beautifully. Holy shit.

"You like them?" Felix startles me.

"Oh...um….yeah," I fumble the words from my mouth.

I look back at the singer, transfixed by her beautiful voice, her gorgeous body. This is silly, I think to myself. I haven't felt any sort of attraction toward anyone since Jess, and all of a sudden I see this girl from a distance and feel something. I grin as I think about how ridiculous this is.

The first song ends and they begin another, a slower song. I find myself staring again when I hear her start singing. This time, she is singing in French. A ballad, in French. Shit, she can sing in multiple languages? I wonder to myself if she speaks it too. French is hot.

The bar erupts in applause when she finishes that song.

"Thank you," she says. "Thank you all for coming out tonight to hear us. We're looking forward to giving you a great show."

Fuck. She has a French accent.

By now, my heart is beating very fast and I'm sweating. Again, I try to bring myself back to reality, tell myself how ridiculous this is, but I'm completely captivated. Song after song, I find myself hanging on her every word, watching as her strong hands grip the microphone and her hips move in time with the music. The way she casually flips her blonde curls from one side to the other with her hand, the way her foot taps to the music when she is really getting into it.

I kind of forget Felix is there when he yells, "Oi, you want another drink?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," I say, happy to stay for a while.

I continue to drink and watch the band, relaxing more and more as the night goes on. When they play their last song, I find myself a bit disappointed.

The background music in the bar comes back on after the band finishes.

"Hey, Robbie, that was great," Felix says as he runs up to give him a kiss.

I sit watching the band pack up. The lead singer is chatting on the side with a few people, presumably friends.

"Cosima, come over here!" Felix shouts. I take my gaze away from the blonde and walk over.

"This is Robbie," Felix introduces us.

"Hey, good to meet you. I enjoyed the music very much," I say. "Your singer has a wonderful voice," I hear myself slip out.

"Oh, yeah, she's great," Robbie says. "You want to meet her?"

Before I could answer, he yells across the bar to her and she turns and starts walking over, flashing a smile. My palms immediately get sweaty and I wipe them on my dress in an effort to not seem like a total freak.

"Delphine, this is my man, Felix, and his friend Cosima," Robbie says.

Delphine reaches her hand out to greet Felix and then turns to shake my hand. "Enchantée," she says as her eyes look directly into mine.

The moment I touch her hand, another jolt of electricity runs through my body. "Um...hi," I stutter and stare. I'm so smooth.

She smiles at me as I say, "Your voice is killer…I mean, really beautiful."

"Thank you," she says. Her accent is so cute.

"Hey," Robbie cuts in, "the band is going to go next door and play some pool. Do you want to join?"

"Sure," Felix says. He looks at me and states, "You're coming with too. No going home for you yet."

I'm happy to oblige as I nod and smile.

We head next door and grab a couple of tables. I try as best I can to not make it obvious that I want to be at the table with Delphine.

"Oi, let's play doubles," Felix yells to me.

I look at Delphine, gaining the courage to ask her, "Would you want to be on my team?"

"Sure," she says back. Her eyes alone are making me melt.

"I just want to warn you. I'm kind of terrible at pool," I say.

"Oh, that's ok," she laughs.

We start to play and order more drinks. I watch as Delphine leans down with the pool cue to take a shot, her shirt riding up to expose her lower back as she leans over. I find myself getting warm.

She is actually very good at pool and I feel horrible every time it's my turn.

I miss a shot and turn to her, "Sorry, I warned you."

She giggles a little, "That's ok, let me show you something."

She gets up and comes up behind me. "Like this." Her hips press into my back as she helps me to line up the shot. Her smell is intoxicating. I feel her hair tickle my shoulders. I bend with her as she puts her hand over mine on the pool cue. "See, line it up like this. You have to get closer to the table, think of the cue as an extension of your body."

My face flushes beet red. I try to breathe so it's not so obvious. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, I think.

I take the shot and miss again. She laughs hard. "We'll work on it," she grins.

"I don't know if this was my calling," I answer.

"Maybe not," she continues to laugh. It's addictive.

When she gets up to go to the bathroom, I sit down on a stool by Felix. Robbie is off getting us more drinks.

"Soooo, someone is having a good time," Felix says in his snarky way. "You look like you want to jump her bones!"

My face goes completely red, "Felix! Shit, is it that obvious?" I ask.

"Well, I can read you," he says. "I think she may be a bit oblivious."

"Oh, really?" I ask innocently. My mind goes back to the fact that even if she does like women, why would she be interested in a geek like me? She's fucking gorgeous. She could have whoever she wanted.

Felix nods and laughs as he sees my face, "You are enamored!"

"Enamored by what?" I hear Delphine say to me as she comes up from behind.

"Oh...um...just...this city...enamored by the city...you know... its beautiful pulse," I stammer. Beautiful pulse? What is wrong with me?

"Ah, yes," she says, "the city is beautiful."

I am feeling particularly tipsy after the numerous drinks I have had and I can tell I'm going to do something stupid if I'm not careful.

"Can I get you another drink?" I ask her anyway.

Before she can answer, I hear a man's voice behind me, "Hey, baby."

I turn around as Delphine walks past me, throwing her arms around him and giving him a kiss.

My stomach drops. Fuck. Of course she has a boyfriend.

"Cosima, this is Sam," she says.

"Oh, hey," I grumble, feeling extremely defeated.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to the show babe. I had to work later than expected," Sam says.

"That's ok," she says back.

"Let's get out of here," he grins as he pulls her hips in tight to his.

"Ok. Cosima, it was so nice to meet you," she says as she looks into my eyes once again.

"Yeah, it was really good to meet you," I say, ignoring the ache in my body as she turns to leave.

I turn to see Felix and Robbie making out in the corner, so I give them a wave and leave. I walk out into the brisk air, my heart pounding, my chest aching. Pull yourself together, I tell myself.

I can't stop thinking about her as I ride the subway back home. Her skin, her eyes, her hair, her smile. I'm a lost cause.

I stumble back to my apartment, having had way too many drinks, strip off my clothes and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It's been so long since I've felt something for someone.

In my drunken stupor I think about feeling her skin on mine. I think about caressing her curves from her breasts down toward her hips. My hand finds its way down to my own already wet sex.

I circle my clit with my finger as I think about pleasing her, making her moan while I lick her everywhere. Taking her in my hands, tasting her, fucking her.

My own orgasm shudders through my body as tears stream down my face.

Maybe I'm too drunk. Maybe I just need to sleep it off. But I know this feeling isn't going to go away easily.