The music was loud, entrancing. She was smiling, probably drunk, dressed in a loose fitting party gown, she was resplendent as she walked towards me, each step filling me with equal measures anticipation and dread.
She sat on the barstool, tipsy, unbalanced. “Hit me baby!!” she shouted to the bartender, obviously inebriated. He handed her a little shot glass filled with clear poison, and she downed it without a second thought. It was, for me, the opportunity of a lifetime. I caught her hand and turned her towards me. I looked at her eyes, they were watery, with dilated pupils. She’d never remember this night unless I reminded her…
“I love you Natasha,” I said, my whole body quivering with nervousness. She looked at me, swayed in her seat, and smiled. “I love you too, babe.” Five words and my heart went into overdrive, pumping happiness into my body like a whiff of pure cocaine. She leaned over, and kissed me, full on the lips, and I nearly passed out of sheer joy. Then my brain restarted. ‘DRUNK!’, it screamed, and I reluctantly broke away from her.
She smiled again, then said, “I think that guy likes me, You see him? The tall one with the blue shirt?” “Yup, you got that right…,” I said. “”So you think I should do something? Like kiss him or something? Coz I think he’s cute.” And I smiled back, fake as ever “Go for it Natasha.”
She got off the stool, turned and said, “Thanks Tracy, you’re the best girlfriend I could hope for,” And walked away, leaving me there, brokenhearted, again.
