A guy can dream of something like this right?
Meeting a Good Girl at the Club
Let’s go party my hyper friend says.
After groaning and making excuses I agree.
I admitted that I would rather sit
here relaxing than go drink, dance, and yell.
I put on a black button up
and got in the car for a night downtown.
I hate this place I say as we arrive.
The smell of alcohol, sweat, and disdain
fill the dense, smoky air as I order a cup
of coke to stimulate my brain.
I the notice a brunette in a white
and blue skirt bobbing her head to the music.
Maybe I can get down just this one time
as I make my way towards her
as Drake’s Practice starts to pulse
a soft bass and melody.
I don’t notice my rapping along
until I hear oh! You know that song too?
Amongst the oblivious couples and drunkards
I stammer and reply with a nervous yes.
Usually there is no room to talk
but her voice glided through the noise
as we discussed the music, novels,
artists, and hobbies we enjoyed.
Despite the flashing lights glowing
neon green, hot pink, and solar yellow
her blue eyes and beige face stayed clear
and happy. I asked if she wanted to
passionately tango next door and she said
only if she was primetime like Fandango then sure.
The way she moved was tantalizing—
contorting her body like a gymnast
as we danced to Bailamos and Spanish Eyes.
Innocent at heart, she danced sensually
as her red, small lips met mine
sending both of us awry.
Like our favorite character Gatsby,
we stared into each other’s eyes
knowing our own green light had been
fulfilled. I started to talk but she
put her delicate finger on my lips
and whispered ‘tis better to live in the moment.