It’s my birthday, I’m already on my third drink in the club with a few friends and all I could think about is when is he going to show up. I know he is coming, but why is he late. Why is he always keeping me waiting? I looked like a million dollars in my dress but my heels are slowly murdering my feet. Soon the booze would numb the pain I reassure myself.
Pj wants to smoke so we go outside on the patio overlooking the ocean. I love the music and its a great night to be out. Talking laughing flashing lights of the camera – suddenly, someone hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek whispering happy birthday in my ear. Before hearing his voice, I know its him. I recognize his scent, I recognize how his embrace makes me feel and for a split second, my knees fail me but he is holding me; I stand firm. I turn around hug him tightly and tell him off for being late mentioning he owes me a drink and a dance at some point in the night. I turn back to my friends and he goes to say hello to the rest of the group. I make a mental note to ignore him for the rest of the night. Its obvious to every Tom, Dick and Henry we like each other and have great chemistry, but until of one us says or does something about it, the dance is going to continue and dancing is all I’m going to do tonight.
Clock hands signal its three am, this club is closing its doors. Not ready to go home just yet. Finding cabs to go to club #2 is a mission but I’m not raising any white flags. Its been a great night. Waiting in line for the cab half the group decides to call it a night, I pray silently he doesn’t leave with them. He doesn’t. Birthday wishes may come true tonight.
Finally make it to our next destination only 8 of us remain. A round of shots at the bar and DJ plays a club remix of bleeding love and us girls go a little crazy screaming the lyrics and dancing with each other, the guys including the bartender are greatly amused. I’m slightly intoxicated its dark and I really want to take my heels off but no the taller I am the more likely I am to “naturally” stare into his beautiful brown eyes. He finally comes up to me to collect on the dance I owe him. I hold him tight wishing it was just us in the room. I’m completely oblivious to my surroundings. I’m having a fight with myself – say something, confess, noo don’t say anything not like this, not in a club when you both are drunk, kiss him, just dance, shhh be still my mind, just enjoy the moment. We danced not talking inseparable for the rest of the night.
Earlier when I was getting ready in my apartment, I put a little 3ood just behind my earlobe, not much just a tiny drop, we aren’t in Arabiastan so nothing excessive. He gets a sniff of it while we are dancing and says the 3ood smells great on you. I smile and continue to dance. My bra strap drops and he picks it up brings it back to my shoulder with a mischief look on his face. I’m fighting the urge to just kiss him and shock him. A few things stopped me, mainly I didn’t want our first kiss to be in a club with the two of us under the influence of something other then our feelings and lust (yes I am capable of corny sentiments), our friends were watching our every move. I want to soo badly but I didn’t. He didn’t. We just dance.
Its almost morning. The night has ended. We share a cab back home with two other friends. I’m sitting in the back, sipping on my water dreading the hangover in a few hours. Wondering if I had missed that window of opportunity, should I have gone with the cliché invitation of “lets go out to get some air?” while we were still out and kissed him then?
Stop thinking, you are too tired and drunk.