Saturday night

He sat at the bar, looking across the room at the blonde twirling the straw in her glass. She  had been sitting alone for the past thirty minutes. Who’d stand up such a beautiful lady?  He drank a couple of sips of his drink and tried to build up the courage to walk across the room. They were like two rails on a railroad track: Sure, it looked like they’d come together in the distance but he knew they’d never touch.