A/N: Thank you to the people who read the first chapter and to the three that reviewed. It meant a lot to me and I hope that you like this story. I didn't mean for it to take so long to get the next chapter out, but you know how life is…

Chapter Two

27 YO woman seeking male to date. Interested in movies, sports, and reading. Give me a call. 555-2131.

That's what the ad read when thirty year old David Gordon saw it in the local paper. Now, he was only waiting for her to arrive. She was already fifteen minutes late. He sat at the bar at Lucky's waiting.

It wasn't as if David was desperate. Nope, he was far from desperation. He was only there because he needed a date for his ex-girlfriend's wedding in two weeks.

So maybe he was a little desperate.

He would have been nervous, but he'd lost his nerves five minutes ago, when it dawned on him that the woman was probably not going to show up. It wasn't as if he was completely comfortable with the idea in the first place, but still…to be stood up by people who were supposed to be desperate themselves? What was this world coming to?

The bartender, Paul, asked if he wanted something to drink. David tapped his fingers and finally decided to go for it. One drink wouldn't do any damage and the girl wasn't going to show up, anyway, right, so who did he have to impress?

He heard the front door of the bar open. It was Monday night and there wasn't a whole lot of people there so it wasn't hard to notice when someone entered the bar. Four women appeared. None of them would be the one he was waiting for…they looked like they'd just come from work. He turned his attention back to the bar. How the hell was he going to find a date for this thing in two weeks? All he wanted was some mildly attractive woman who could carry an intelligent conversation and didn't want some long-term commitment. Nope, no commitment for David Gordon. Sure, he eventually wanted to settle down, but he'd just gotten out of a three year relationship from someone who couldn't commit herself out of a paper bag and wasn't in the mood to go through that again. He wasn't the one who had commitment issues. He'd known too many flaky girls in this city to believe that men had all the commitment issues.

David finished his drink, got up, and was getting ready to leave when he heard, "Are you sure you are ready to leave? The next drink is on me."

It was a woman's voice, and when David looked over to see who belonged to the voice, he was speechless. Before him stood a beautiful blonde who was staring right at him. Surely, this wasn't the woman in the ad. This woman was too attractive to have to advertise for a date. "I…" David started, but changed what he had to say, "do I know you?"

The woman smiled, "No, not yet, at least. Are you really going to leave me and miss your chance?"

Whoa, David thought, this woman was…different. If she were a guy, he would think she was sleazy, but there was something about this woman…it was almost as if her forwardness added to her appeal. David sat back down, "I suppose I could stay for another drink. I'll pay for it, of course. What would you like?"

The blonde gazed at him for a minute and finally smiled, "I'm a big girl. I can take car of myself. I insist on paying. What would YOU like?" The woman sat down next to him and lay her purse on the counter.

David thought about his options for a minute. He could either fight this one or let her pay. He decided that this woman looked stubborn in her own ways and to fight it would not help anything. He grinned. Normally, he didn't really appreciate being argued with when he was trying to be a gentleman, but there was something about this woman that made him all the more curious.

The woman cleared her throat, "What would you like to drink?"

"Um," David said, being taken away from his thoughts, "I'll have a scotch and water on the rocks."

"Okay, that's one Bloody Mary and a scotch and water," she told the waiter and then turned her attention back to him, "So," she smiled again and leaned forward slightly, "You're name would be…" she waited for him ton finish the sentence.

David cleared his throat, "David," he said.

"David," she repeated, "That's a nice name. I'm Lizzie."

"Nice to meet you," he said. He felt really awkward about the situation. He wasn't sure why, but something wasn't right about all of this.

"Do you come here often?" she asked, once again interrupting his thoughts.

"Not really. I've been here a few times since I moved here last August."

"Where did you move here from?"

"Boston," he said.

"Really? I've always wanted to go there."

"Yeah," David said, remembering that he'd moved here for his ex-girlfriends job and was having a hard time adjusting to LA, "I love it there."

The bartender gave them their drinks and David took a sip. He didn't mean to seem anxious, but remembering why he was there made him slightly nervous. He seriously doubted that Lizzie was his date, which meant that his date saw him through the window and left, or wasn't desperate, after all. But this woman who called herself Lizzie appealed to him. The appeal was pretty much only physical, of course, but there was something about the way she presented herself that was also oddly attractive.

"So," Lizzie said, sipping from her drink, "Why is a nice guy like you sitting here all alone?"

He thought about lying because the truth made him sound pathetic, but then he remembered that there wasn't another excuse he could think of that didn't sound sleazy, "I had a date but she stood me up."

"Sounds like you won't be dating her for much longer."

David shrugged, "Well, it was a first date. We never met."

"Well," Lizzie said, shrugging, "If it were any other guy, I would suggest that she might have seen you and realized you weren't her type, but you…you don't have a type. Any girl who sees you should realize right away that you stand in a category by yourself and would give you a chance."

"Thanks," David said, thinking, "great, corny complements…this chick isn't interested in me, she's just trying to make me feel better and add on to this humiliation."

"Your welcome," Lizzie said, taking another sip of her drink, "So, David," she started again after putting the drink down, "Are you always this quiet around women?"

He blushed, realizing that he wasn't saying all that much and this was the first girl that volunteered to talk to him since college. He was far from being the best conversationalist at the moment. Normally, he wouldn't care with a type like this girl, but again, she had him interested. Maybe it was her looks. Maybe it was her confidence. Maybe he was desperate. He didn't know exactly what it was, but it occurred to him that this woman, if she was desperate enough to talk to him, might be willing to cooperate as his date to his old girlfriend's wedding.

Before he could answer, Lizzie said, "You know, normally I don't find the silent type attractive, but it works for you. Its almost like I can see that there is so much more to you than the silent front you have going, but it just takes some opening up to see that."

David could hardly believe what he was hearing. Had this girl just called him shy? Did she just suggest that she found him attractive? Who the hell did she think she was and where the hell had she been all his life?

David pondered this as Lizzie excused herself and headed toward the bathroom. He watched as one of the friends she walked in with came up to her and they started talking as they were opening the bathroom door. He watched them disappear and wondered if this girl would come back.