You lock eyes with someone at a party and it 's _____ at first sight .

Grace. You came gliding in with such ease. Gil's parties have always been fun, a fucking blast even. Yet tonight, this is a whole different level. Watching you sip slowly from the cheap plastic cup filled with cheap beer. In my eyes it was a simple champagne flute filled being caressed by your petite soft hand. 
 I've been stealing glances at you, imagining all the small nuances of your body I would love to examine. Pondering how I would approach you. What would I say? Start off with my name? Possibly a light one liner. Or even just a bold comment? No. No. No. 
 I sense that you would n't take kindly to such a bold maneuver as to compliment you with even knowing my name. Names, what is your name? Is it a common name? Do you have a unique way of pronouncing it? 
 Shit, my cup is getting crushed in my palm. This shitty beer is now warm and undrinkable. Tossing it in the sink and refreshing it wo n't take me too far from you. I think I can, yes. I can still see you from the kitchen. So many people to weave through. Did I just see you look my way? I did! I think, yes you did again. Whew, breathe, play it cool. She smiled a little when you patted the short girl's head like your dog, as you tossed the beer. You definitely notice me watching you sporadically. 
 All I can think of is how I ca n't wait to get you alone. Away from the crowd. I want nothing more than to walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist. I can feel your warmth, the smooth skin of your stomach under my fingertips. I can feel the soft tickle of your hair on my face as I pull your head to the side and kiss your neck. 
 I want to hear your soft moan, then surprise squeak as the knife plunges slowly in to your jugular. Oh the warmth streaming over your chest and down your stomach. I will hold you tight against me so I can feel your struggles. I can taste the sweet, warm, metallic, nectar pouring out of you. I ca n't wait until your struggle ends. I'll be sure to lay you down sweetly and give you one last parting kiss. 
 Oh shit, where did you go? Are you talking to Tim? You're probably over by the stereo again. Ahhh perfect. You're heading outside to grab another beer from the ice chest. 
 I think I'll go with name first, then compliment. Yes perfect. 
 
 `` Hi, I'm Steve. You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen....''
