Friday, 28 February 2014
The night was nearly over and the DJ shouted out for everyone to grab their partners for the smoochies.
Over the course of the evening I had tried my chat up lines on a few of the girls, all to no avail, it looked like I would be ending the night as I had started it, alone. Nothing new there then.
I glanced around the room, and noticed the girl in the blue dress.
I had spotted her earlier at the bar, all by herself for some reason, she was a looker too, probably wouldn't be interested in the likes of me but what-the-hell, nothing ventured nothing gained.
I walked over towards her, my shoes rattling on my feet, goddam online company had sent me nines instead of eights, but they looked super cool, and were rock bottom priced, so I decided instead of mailing them back I would wear two pairs of socks, which resulted in much sweatier feet, with a barely noticeable reduction in slackness.
I reached the bar and sidled up close to her, asked her if she danced, she told me she didn't usually as she wasn't very good at it.
I told her I wasn't much good myself, so we would probably make a good match. She slid off her barstool, smiled, offered me her hand.
We walked together into the throng, hung our arms over each others shoulders, and began that end-of-the-night shuffle that everyone seems to do. Mostly swaying from side to side, moving a bit around the floor.
After a few steps she trod heavily on my toes, I yelped, we both giggled.
Several more toe-crunching, yelping, giggling minutes later, her hand slowly slid the length of my spine, and she took a firm hold of my backside. I looked at her in surprise, she smiled mischievously at me.
I pulled her closer, held her tighter, she stood on my toes heavier, I yelped louder, we giggled longer.
And so it went on for the next five tunes, until the DJ called time, and the main lights came on.
She asked me back to her place.
When we walked out of the club towards the taxi rank I leaned heavily on her for support, my poor swollen feet hurt like hell, but I was smiling broadly.
Not only had I pulled and was on a promise, but my shoes now fit me perfectly too.
©2014 Stephen. J. Green.