It’s been a crazy few weeks. Fortunately I met this wonderful guy a few days earlier and we went out dancing. The after glow of that nite is enough to get this day going I would think. We met online as usual but don't get me wrong its always a gamble to meet people this way but sometimes it pays off. This would be a hit of one out of three.
You would think that going out on dates would be a routine after all that I’ve been through. Still my tummy rumbles and I have this ache in my heart filled with anticipation. Looking at a photo of a person does not really do them justice I say. Anyways as my usually habit I would call me friend to give me a boost of confidence, also helps to kill the time. Sitting drinking my chocolate latte he walks, an angle in tank top. We smile and make small talk.
He shows me to this new club ‘Oblique’. It was my first time, yet the moment I walked in I knew it was my kind of club. Great music and hot bodies moving about, just what the doc ordered. Taking my hand he whispers tonite you’re my lover. A shiver runs up my spine. (I know it sounds corny but its been months since I last went on a date like this, was really hoping for some hot action on the dance floor) Anyways he made the rounds and introducing countless names to guys here and there, all whom I practically forgot, as I had eyes only for him.
We dance for the whole nite and for once I decided to forgo my inhibition. He invited me to dance on the stage with him, scared shitless of making a fool of myself I preserved and joined him. Thankfully the music was good and had a rhythm I could shake my ass to. The sweat kept pouring but who cares rite?
All in all, it was a great evening. He was charming, easy going, cute, and all together lovable. Definitely felt that it had potential. We kissed a lot and the fun thing was the girls and boys kept staring. I guess I’m an exhibitionist when it comes to my boyz.
