Presley sat, completely still, till fancied a sip
grabbing goblet bruskly, swallowing carefully, grunting harmoniously.
Slamming the crystle down on the bar,
loose letting  his arms.
With an empty mind,  listening to  Juke Box.
across the room two men that worked at the diner Presley wished to serve for walked in.
One was a husky beefy leather daddy.
Presley made a a pass at him a bit back.
He made his bar demands handing the barman money.
Presley thought " oh  man what a man" to thinking... " relax....  get loss and let fall  symmetry...
attraction has its paths with everyone.
Presley stayed slouched remembering.
If one you fancy doesn't look your way often he doesn't fancy you.