A Night With The Right Guy

With his wild smile.

I want a guy who would drink with me.

At dinner, at the bar, and then at the other bar… and then at the club that we chose to go late that night.

Who is a taster of beers and wines — a taster of life.

Who would, in his state of semi-drunkenness, dance wildly. He knows that is his happy place — relaxed ecstasy.

Who would drag me to the dance floor with his slight stumbling, and his wild smile. Who would make me laugh out loud.

Who would hold my hands and fling it around, as we drown ourselves in the flood of colored laser beams and vibrating beats.

And as the crowd slowly closes in, nobody cares to stop and think. He would hold his body against mine, and look me calmly in the eye.

That smile again. Wild and happy, happy and wide. And in that sea of blurry bodies, I could only see those smiley eyes.

And I would smile back.

I smile back wide.

My throat goes dry.

That moment of holding back arrives.

Fight or flight.

And then we dive in and plant that damn kiss on each other’s lips.

Just because.

We deserve it.

And I would be happy. So happy.

Because at that moment, everything’s right.

It’s just the start of a perfectly good night.