How We Met

The Dance Floor

  "Can you move?" A woman says behind me pointing to the entrance of the club. I didn't realize how long i was standing there. I guess i was daydreaming too long yet again. The chocolate goddess was real. Picking up her purse was real. That kiss is something i wish was real. I look to my left and right and i no longer see the chocolate goddess and her friend. I assume they already went inside while I was distracted by my daydream. My cousin Sasha leads the way into the club and i follow. I look around anxiously hoping to see the girl in line. Hoping that maybe she was warmed up on the dance floor waiting for me to come join her. Oh wait why would she wait for me? She doesn't even know me. I'm just the kind stranger that dove on the ground to retrieve her bag. I gotta make a move. Nina firmly grips my wrist and yanks me in the direction of the bar. When we get there Sasha is sitting on the tattered bar stool taking back shots like its water. Her favorite drink is straight vodka and all i can think is it's going to be a long night. Sasha loves to get wasted and since she's not driving i know tonight is about to be lit. I'll probably be cleaning throw up off the car and the walls of my apartment by tomorrow afternoon. The bar tender plops a shot in front of me that Sasha already paid for. I'm only a social drinker and i rarely do shots, but tonight i gotta loosen up. I throw it back without even asking what it is. Nina follows up with a shot of 99 Peach. I guess it was too much for her. She almost splashed me and Sasha with a mixture of her spit and her drink. Me and Sasha laugh hysterically as Nina fans herself and coughs dramatically. The whites of Nina's eyes turn slightly red, and i tell her she should have a seat on the speaker near the DJ booth. While Nina recovers i take the time to walk around the dance floor and look for the girl in line. As I look around the dance floor I notice all the studs leaning against the wall surrounding the perimeter of the dance floor watching and waiting. From my observation the studs were mediocre, and i didn't think any of them would catch her attention. Well hopefully they wouldn't.

I see her across the dance floor. I feel my heart beating hard and fast, like it's so excited it might jump out my chest and run to her. I can't just sit here and stare at her like a creep all night. As i think of a plan of action I take in the rest of the scenery. white and red lights flash dramatically and disabled my vision when i first walked in. A cold breeze blows across the empty dance floor. There's not a lot of other feminine women out tonight. Everyone here looks like a stud or stem (Mixture of stud and fem). I can't get my bearings at first because i don't feel comfortable dancing without any one else on the dance floor. The people who just entered are either downstairs trying to do hookah or they're standing beside the dance floor talking with their friends.  

  The DJ is playing the same corny set he played last Saturday. The females in here obviously don't mind. The DJ starts playing Booty by Blac Youngsta and the girls go crazy. The floor rumbles as they all try to run up the steps in unison. They jump on the small stage near the entrance to the hip hop section and molest the stripper pole. They whine and grind up and down the pole trying to seduce their aloof audience. Unimpressed i look around the room for her. Let's call the girl in line Mystic. I don't know her name. I don't know her sexuality. I don't know if she's spoken for, and i definitely don't know if she's interested in me, so Mystic seems fitting. I spot Mystic in the corner. Her friend is standing in front of her and they seem very engaged in conversation. As i make my way over i hit a wall. "Hey sexy." A thick brown skin female intercepts me. To get pass her i will have to take four steps to the left or right, which wouldn't make for a quick escape. I don't want to seem rude so i entertain conversation. "Hello. How are you?" "fine" she says, and then she asks me if i want to dance. I say yes but in my mind i'm screaming no. This girl is probably 5'6 and I'm 5'3, so her butt will reach my belly if she grinds on me. She's a very curvy women. She has brown skin, A face covered in painful looking cystic acne and downturned dark brown eyes. Her hair was 22 inches of puffy brazilian blowout. She has on a loose fitting black dress which sort of hides her protruding and sagging belly. Her feet are stuffed in black Mary Jane heels that look two sizes too small. Her sparkly gold nail polish was chipping and her pinky toe was kissing the ground. The tops of her feet are red and look swollen. I just pray that she doesn't step on my feet. I can only imagine the immense pain i would feel afterward. Her odor caught me off guard. She looks like she would smell of hot fish left out overnight, but she smells like fresh linens.

As she swirled her huge backside on my stomach i try to stay in sync.We dance to Work by Rihanna then the DJ played She Gotta Donk by Soulja Boy. I was actually beginning to have fun. Her confidence was all in her moves. For a big girl she sure could dance, but by the third song I could tell she had enough and was ready to rest her feet. She told me it was a pleasure and slowly waddled away. I suddenly feel heat on the back of my neck. it was like a focused laser.  I usually get that feeling when someone is staring at me hard as shit. I scan the dance floor, and our eyes met. Mystic had a mischievous grin on her face. I decide that now is the time. She hadn't averted her glare even though i was looking right at her, so I knew she was waiting for me to come over. I'm not use to doing the approaching so it took me some seconds to get  my feet moving in her direction.

"So you like big girls huh?" Out of all the questions i didn't think she would ask me that. I said, "they're not my type but a little dancing won't hurt." she covers her mouth and chuckles. The cutest chuckle ever. I stood there for a moment trying to figure out what to say. I wanted to ask her to dance but my feet were sore and i would have been sweating bullets. Plus i was still shocked she gave me the time of day. Remember tonight I didn't come dress to impress so i figured i wouldn't get any play. I guess she liked the laid back look though. "Who you here with?" she asked."I'm with my cousin and best friend. We're celebrating my cousins 25th birthday." "Oh, ok having fun so far?" "Not really, see there's this girl that I've been eyeing but I'm not sure if she's interested." "Oh really?" "Yeah, but she must be since she was staring me down from across the dance floor right?" "I guess so." I asked her, her name and she told me she goes by the name del, which is short for Delilah.

"That's a beautiful name."I said, but her attention went from me to her friend in a split second. Her friend looks very worried. Her lips are moving fast but i can't make out any words. Just as fast as she was in front of me she was gone. Her friend rushes her out of the club. She says bye as she's being pulled away, but she didn't even shout out a number or give me her instagram, facebook, twitter......anything. I am pissed. I cant believe i had a chance and she was ripped away like that. I promise myself that tonight i will look for her. She has to be on instagram, facebook, twitter or something. I stand on the dance floor for the rest of the night totally unengaged, annoyed, and in my feelings. I start to notice all the new faces on the dance floor. There are a lot of beautiful feminine women, but none that i want to occupy my time with.

Everyone looks so happy and upbeat. They're smiling ear to ear. Bumping and grinding on one another and having the time of their lives. It seems like they have no worry in the world, like they can hook up with any random girl and not even care to know the girls name the next day, even if she is really great in bed. They seem young, dumb, and full of cum. I envy them. I wish i could just sleep around and have no feelings for the person i lay with, but that's not me. I yarn for more. I yarn for someone who knows my full name. Someone that knows that i have a little mole on my belly because they see it every time they lay and kiss on my stomach. Someone who's not ashamed to talk about their belief in the supernatural or that maybe mermaids do exist. I just want someone who will love me for however long forever really is and love every inch of my being unconditionally.