He was staring at you all night, making eyes at you from across the club. He would basically ignore the other women that approached him, which made your knees weaker when he would check you out.

When it was almost closing time, 1AM, he finally approached you, the same look on his face. “Hey, gorgeous. I apologize for my staring, but I couldn’t help but notice a pretty face like yours.” He sat next to you on the barstool, “Can I buy you a drink? Maybe get dinner sometime?”