I put away childish things…or something like that……

Charlotte North Carolina’s CIAA conference week…, there was a fabo day party at a place called Strike City. I was standing at the bar with Shalanda, twirling a piece of my ponytail around my index finger and waiting for my drink (they ran out of glasses) when a very lovely, chocolate, six-three , beareded specimen appears beside me. He elbows for room at the bar, bumping me.

“Mister,” I say, glaring at him and pushing back into my space. “I know you see me standing here.”

He assesses me for a few moments without saying anything. Then finally blurts, “Ya lil ass is working the hell out of them damn jeans ” What?!

I fix my mouth to curse him out and he cuts me off. “Those must be your jeans that show off your ass. Yall women be trying too hard for attention. I like it though.

What?!

I cannot find my voice for some reason. Then he pulls my hair. Smiles. Is he flirting with me?

“What’s your name, cutie?”

He is.

God help me but I find his asshole-ish-ness appealing. We chat about everything except the usual things people chat about when they first meet. He’s totally random talking about glass bottom boats, the percentage of men in the United States who stand 6 feet or taller (14%) and perms. He orders our drinks (“you’ll have what I’m having,” he says). He hands me my glass of whatever and with a wink, he departs.

The rest of the day, every time he passes me, he makes a point to speak. He takes my near-empty glass and replaces it with a fresh drink. Another time, he pulls my hair again. Another time, he saddles up to my friends and introduces himself as my future ex-husband. He catches me on the dance floor doing my slightly-tipsy 2 step (normal for NC) and he grabs my hand, and we dance. No bumping and grinding and backing it up, actual, real dancing. We were totally in sync. He knew my next move before I did. He’s a GREAT dancer. I’m totally feeling his energy. Five dances and one almost-sticky shirt later, I scream, “Mister, who are you?!” and laugh with glee.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s