iv. The edge of reason is maddening.

Brown Eyes is attractive. There is no doubting that. I feel like the whole club is looking at us, and at me with envy. I brushed her hands slightly as I put her drink down. She gave me a sly smile.

Things are going well.

This is when it is most difficult. So many options and choices to make. Is it as simple as getting her number, and putting the trophy on my mantle or is it acting in good conscious knowing that what goes around comes around?

We chatted as if we were good friends whom have not met each other for the longest time – and yet we just met not an hour ago. She laughs at my not so funny stories, and tells me about how much she enjoys her recent vacation. If only women knew that all a man has is his pride, and nothing makes him feel better then a smile - the world would be a better place.

Brown Eyes is getting to me. I can feel it. I told her that I am into blogging nowadays, and how I enjoyed the freedom it has given me. She said she don't write well and is too fragile to take the criticisms that comes with others reading her journals, but she likes to read though. I find her honesty refreshing, and I took her bait like a starving piranha, and started to tell her all about the joys of writing.

Then I realized that I have been doing too much of the talking. She is a good listener, her eyes never left mine. So I decided to turn the spotlight on her.

She works for a fashion house during the day, and sings after hours. Whoops! Alarm bells went off in my head. Sings after hours? Karaoke perhaps? All this went through my head like a bullet train on steroids. I know of the fashion house she spoke about, and do admire their work. It is one of the few local brands that have made it international. This should be the case, we are a creative lot, but often lack the confidence to trust our instincts. I didn’t expect the second part though. She doesn’t look like she needs to moonlight at all. I try not to judge others, for fear of being judged myself, but really sometimes it is impossible not to.

I am very curious, but decided to keep my cool. So I asked her if it's her day off from performing or, does she have to go to work later?

She said "Zed, I hope you don't tell anyone this, but..."

I was at the edge of my seat, and I hope that she couldn’t see me gripping my chair, it may still have my impression in it!