I remember the first time that I met you. I had piled into a car with a bunch of travel-friendly friends and ended up in VA Beach. After we couldn't get into a club because one of my friends had on jeans, we ended up in front of the place that they used once on MTV's Sweet 16 show. No cover, no problem, we found our home for the night. Being broke college kids, we slid up to bar looking for someone who thought we were cute enough to buy us a drink.
Didn't work. Men were buying their own and not ours, but I mean what kind of guys go to places with no covers...broke, stingy, or someone trying to save some money.
So my friend finagled us some drinks and we managed to walk away without paying and went to seek refuge on the dance floor. I danced to a few songs with boys from ODU, NSU, and even Thomas Nelson CC, but no one caught my eye enough to extend the conversation.
Then my song came on, ooo the one, my roommate and I used to dance to back in the dorms, when it was just us and a computer spitting out our fav songs.
I closed my eyes and found my groove, ♫ I'm still in love, with you boy...♫ And suddenly, he was behind me, he sought to compliment my dance moves, but not try and get me to "grind" with him. He was taller than me that perfect height where the bottom of my face touched his shoulder, even though I had three inch heels on, and I felt muscles under his shirt as we rocked side to side. He asked me my name and I asked him his, I noticed he didn't ask the usual what college do I go to. Hmm, not a college boy, not unusual in this area, but sorta of unusual for this type of party.
As the DJ changed songs, I found myself still in his arms, still moving side to side, though he had taken charge of our dancing. Then much too soon, the lights came on, and the music ended. I hadn't seen my friends in hours, but couldn't bare the thought of leaving this man so soon.
He took my hand and guided me off the dance floor. I love how easily he took charge, not asking me what we should do but also not pulling me, just taking the natural role of leader. Friends sighted, He and I slid to a corner, where we had our first conversation. I wish I could still remember what he said, but I remember he spoke to me like a friend, not like a guy wanting to get with a girl, and he was refreshingly witty, intelligent, and entertaining, but....I don't think he wanted me.
I look up to catch my friend signalling me as the bartender from earlier, came out to find certain women patrons that skipped out on their tabs....Time to go.
His 6ft, 1in large frame was perfect to hide under as my friends and I slid out the side door. When we got outside, I realized both of my friends had found guys as well...not ready to go home, we all walked down the street to the 24 hour carryout.
Not hungry, we left and found a bench and continued our conversation. His friends that he came with passed by, and he smiled, said hello, looked at me, and they got the hint and kept moving.
Then he kissed me, and it was perfect. And I felt beautiful and wanted. And I looked up...and.....my friends were back....great.
Before we all left, he asked for my number, and my friends and I headed back down the road.
The next day, I get a call from him and we talk for hours. I mention how I can't wait to see him again. "Why wait," he says, "I can be on my way in 10 minutes."
"Ok," I said, "Come." We hung up and I waited with the phone in my hand for him to call back to call my bluff, but he didn't. I jumped up to change my clothes since the man who would become my boyfriend after this night, was on his way to my house and I had butterflies in my stomach in anticipation.
LOL... Granby Theater
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