The man noticed me tonight. He was the one. I felt a tap on my shoulder and he stood behind me with one hand out for mine, the other with a glass of wine. Of course he kissed my hand, but so gently. His attire seemed high quality, with golden cuffs and black ring finishing the touch. I had seen he too has engaged in eye contact with my clothing. Since this is a club, perhaps I'll request him next time.
