“You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you,” I said, as I turned around and looked into the eyes of a man who literally took my breath away.
“Hi David. I’m —-.” Our formalities were so intriguing, especially since for some reason I felt like I could see my shoe-driven self perfectly in his reflection.
“Nice to meet you,” he replied. “Dance?”
And so I took his hand, me in my black mini dress that hung just mid thigh with my yellow Nine West Heathers and the brightest smile ever, took his hand and followed this gorgeous man to the dance floor.
Taking me in his arms, I felt each breath of his. Each hmmm, each sigh. I had to catch myself from getting too comfortable and laying my head on his broad shoulder. We had just met, I told myself, that kind of stuff should be saved or at least the 2nd or 3rd date. And this wasn’t even the first!
We danced, as each song moved from fast to a slow groove to a lil ol school hip hop. At some point, the DJ played Salt N Pepa’s Push It and New Edition’s If It Isnt Love.
“That’s my jam,” I said, breaking our comfortable silence that at this point had only been interrupted with the sounds of our laughter.
“Oh yeah,” he asked.
“Both of ‘em!” I laughed.
“Hmmm, that’s good to know.” He winked.
We continued dancing, never quite breaking a sweat, but certainly not faking on the dance floor. By 2am, I was more than happy I’d worn these shoes because they’d managed to keep my feet comfortable and stay on the entire night.
“Come home with me tonight.” Looking deep into my eyes, his request was part question, part statement.
I looked him briefly to see if he was serious. He was.
And just like that, me in my black mini dress that hung just mid thigh with my yellow Nine West Heathers and the brightest smile ever, took his hand and followed this gorgeous man off of the dance floor. I had a feeling my shoes wouldn’t be on too much longer.
* Just another attempt at strengthening my short story skills….