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and Jane wouldn’t let up.
    “Honestly, Jane, I’ve never really had a man.”
    “Oh, men are just by-products,” she explained. “Whether you have one or not isn’t as important as who you are, and why you want one. If you want a man to fulfill you, you’ll never find any peace or contentment. No man can do that for you. You can love them, enjoy them, fuck them, but don’t expect them to make your dreams come true. You have to be happy with yourself and what you’re doing with your life. Men can’t do that for you.”
    “Easy for you to say, you’ve obviously had a lot of experience. I’d just like to have had one, just one man, just to say that I’d made mad passionate love one time.”
    “Well, I can assure you, you’re going to want to make love more than once,” she said with a grin. “And you sure as hell aren’t going to snag a guy by living in your dreams, locked inside your head the way you are at work, hardly talking to people, thinking all the time. You need to get out of your rut and make yourself available!”
    There were several men at the bar, drinking beer, their cold mugs sweating in their hands, their conversation lively, their masculinity pouring from them, their deep voices spilling about the room. At that moment, I realized that I was not only dazed, but terribly frightened just being so close to all that testosterone. I think I would have run from the place if Jane hadn’t been there. Before I could reply to her last comment, she was out of her chair approaching the two men sitting closest to us.
    “C’mon Jeff, Alex here needs to dance,” she said as she pulled the two men off their stools, and grabbed me from my chair almost in the same motion. She nearly pushed me onto the dance floor, and I practically stumbled over Jeff. He loomed above me like a giant, his tall lanky frame beginning to move easily with the music, some 90’s hit I remember hearing many times. He looked wonderful in his jeans and sweater. Casual, not too scruffy, clean shaven with distinct features that would make any woman look twice.
    I blushed self-consciously, looking at the floor, afraid to face his comfortable grin. I felt silly and out of place. I didn’t know how to dance, how to be with a man, how to behave in a bar. My God! It had been years since I’d done anything like this.
    The handsome Jeff didn’t seem deterred. He moved closer, taking my hands in his and forcing my eyes to meet his. I trembled, feeling terribly awkward. “I’m really not much of a dancer.”
    “You’re doing just fine,” he purred, as his lips came so close to my ear that I could feel his breath on my skin. My body seemed to come alive, but my tattered nerves begged me to flee. Still, Jeff’s easy confidence kept me steady, and though I was determined to sit down at the end of the first song, he kept me on my feet through the next song, and then a third, a slower one that had me pressed to his chest so tightly that I could feel the pulsing in his crotch. By the time he backed away, there was such a riot of activity in my body that I could barely keep my fears suppressed. It didn’t help that I couldn’t stop thinking of that fantasy bar where I’d so lewdly exposed myself. Fantasy was one thing – this was real, and the very attractive Jeff was a real, flesh and blood man, not some handsome hunk born in my imagination, who’d disappear as soon as I opened my eyes.
    While I sweated through those tumultuous minutes, Jane danced next to me as if she’d been born in dancing shoes. She moved with ease, nestling up next to the hot young blond and pressing her body into his, wiggling her crotch against his thigh. His hands were all over her, on her ass, a tit, against her thigh. Their lips met for small, seductive kisses. I imagined she’d take him home to screw.
    If only I could move like her, be like her, dance like her. So free, so uninhibited.
    The curious heat that rose up deep inside me – was this desire, real