Robert was a modern bachelor in every sense. He had recently experienced the break up of a long term relationship and now spent most of his nights hopping from bars in LA, drinking bourbon and trying to find girls he could bring home, in hopes of some no-strings-attached sex. Behind his seemingly careless exterior, however, no amount of booze or one night stands could could fill the void of his recent breakup. The whole routine was also starting to become rote for him. One seemingly unremarkable Friday night, Robert decided to go to an old hotel bar in Hollywood. The bar was having a ‘ladies drink free’ night which seemed like a good tactic of increasing his odds. As Robert walked into the foyer of the hotel he noticed a time capsule Art Deco decor and walls lined with autographed photos of actors and actresses who had patroned the bar over the years. Robert walked up to the bar and ordered the usual bourbon, yelling at the bartender over the incesant thud of electronica ankara escort that was reverberating through the bar. Robert scoped out the scene and saw the usual spectacle of young girls and flocking guys embibing in whatever was flowing out of the taps like water or from the menagerie of glass bottles behind the bar. Robert felt a bit old fashioned with his bourbon but always thought that there was something to be said about the classics. Seemingly out of nowhere, a woman sat beside Robert and lit up a cigarette. She looked over at him and said in a distinctively German accent, “I like a man who enjoys a good bourbon”. Robert cracked a smile for the first time that night, exclaiming, “FINALLY some recognition for the classics!” The woman ordered a martini. Robert was typically un-phased by the hordes of girls who circulated through the place but there was something unusually intriguing about this woman. She appeared to be about 23 or 24 with dark, brown wavy ankara escort bayan hair, piercing blue eyes and a pearl necklace. She had the kind of timelessly classic beauty that you rarely see. Robert introduced himself and she responded, “My name is Emma…Emma Kirsch” Robert asked what she was doing in The States and Emma responded that she was a actress trying to find some parts and that she moved to LA on a whim. After only a few minutes Robert and Emma decided to take it to a more quiet restaurant. Emma suggested an old Italian joint she claimed had the best Manicotti in town. Throughout the meal, Robert found himself totally mesmerized by this woman. He didn’t know if it was wine he was drinking, going to his head, or if she was really something special. She posessed a dark sensuality and there was something almost enigmatic about her. After the meal they decided to go to Emma’s apartment. Emma claimed she didn’t have a car so Robert gave her escort ankara a lift. When they arrived, Robert noticed she had a half address, 32 1/2 Carver Ave, a small apartment in the side of an old commercial building. Entering her Apartment, Emma went over to the corner, threw some jazz on and then went to the wet bar making Robert another bourbon and herself a glass of red wine. Returning, she half stumbled into Robert’s arms and giggled saying, “I’m sorry, I think this wine getting to me!” She paused for a moment and Robert gazed into her eyes. He then stole a long and passionate kiss. Emma pulled her head back and pressed it against his chest as a Billie Holiday track that was playing, “Stars Fell on Alabama”. She then quietly whispered, “I love this song”. After a while, Emma disappeared to her bedroom for a moment and returned, wearing a slip night gown and said that she would have to call it a night but he was free to stay. Seeing her voluptuous figure in her nighty, Robert thought he would have to be crazy to turn down her offer. He walked back to her bedroom and she sat on her bed, looking to the side for a moment and then rubbing her hands slowly over her thighs. By her body language, her intentions were obvious.