Mister perfect?

Maybe stereotypical, but we met at a bar. We both are regulars at the place, and have good relationship with the staff.

Since I normally don't smoke, I needed to politely ask for a lighter from one of the tables around. We had one table right on my right with a group of typical gym guys; beefy, head shaved, fixed eyebrows, stylish clothes and speaking loud. I had them looking at me during a few occasion since they arrived at the table after us, and they were all smoking, so I knew it was going to be easy. The one I specially had the likes for was this one particular guy, who looked exactly like the perfect man for me.. : wide masculine face structure, marked cheekbones, thick low dark eyebrows, expressive eyes and chunky lips. Though everything can't be perfect, so it turned out he was blonde. I never go for blondes, since I'm all into hot Latinos. But this man was just creeping up on me.. So since I had him on my right, less than a meter distance.. I leaned over to him and patted him lightly on his arm.. He turned around and gazed at me with surprise.. and I asked lightly but sweet : tienes fuego? He smiled and said yes of course, with a kind of sweet but trying to be charming way. He reached for my hand, and instead of dropping the lighter in the palm of my hand he placed it down with a grip over my hand, and held it for a few seconds, and I gave him a flirty look and smiled and smoothly untangled my hand from his.. to be continued