I lived for a short part of my life in a small college town. I'd gone to school there for a semester and then left, only to return and live for the sole purpose of partying. I was young, and not terribly bright or responsible. However, it gave me ample opportunity to hook up with a myriad of cute girls.
One weekend, I'd had my sister and a friend come visit me. Seeing as how they were both underage and couldn't go to any bars with me, I spent the evening with them. We watched television and played board games, but I could see out the window of my house across to the string of bars and their lit neon signs. I was starting to get slightly antsy, knowing that I could at least meet friends out for a drink or two.
Midnight became 1 a.m., and my sister was starting to get exhausted. She and her friend started getting ready for bed, and the gears in my head turned as I calculated I could hit the bars for roughly half an hour. With any luck, I might also score, though it was doubtful.
With my sister and her friend having retired to the guest room, I left the house and trekked the short block over to the local meat market. It was a hole of a joint, with concrete floors and lousy Top 40 music, but it was notorious for cheap drinks and easy college students.
I strolled in around 1:30 and looked around. The place was not hopping at all -- there were maybe 50 people in here, most of them occupied with the pool tables at the front of the house and the bar in the center. A few folks were dancing in the back, so I made my way towards the dance floor to see who was around.
I had just passed the bar when I focused on the prettiest girl in there: Jen.
Jen was about 5'6", with shoulder-length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She had one of those bodies that was toned but not muscular; beautiful cone-shaped breasts straining against a tight sweater accompanied by beautiful legs wrapped in a denim skirt.
She was cute, she could dance, and as I saw it, she was by herself. I thought for a minute on how to play this one out. My chances of getting her off the dance floor were relatively slim. She didn't seem drunk, so it was going to be a matter of being charming, not witty. I knew what I had to do, one of those moments where I either make a complete ass of myself, or hit the jackpot instantaneously.
I walked onto the flashing dance floor, under the mirror ball and colored lights, and came right up to her. She smiled at me as I leaned over and said in her ear, "You should not be dancing out here all by yourself."
I straightened back for the response. She grinned at me, that huge beautiful smile, and said, "Thank you." She giggled. Oh, she was too fine.
I introduced myself (it turned out we had mutual friends, what with it being a college town and all), and we danced that last half an hour together. Once the house lights came on, we headed towards the door together. "Would you like to come back to my place, or are you heading back to the dorm," I asked.
"No, I could come back with you if you wanted."
I winked at her. "Yeah, I'd want that." It amazes me the stupid luck I have sometimes.