It looked as if the party was just getting started. People were gathering, the DJ was pumping out the music, and nearly everyone had a drink in hand. All the typical guys you'd expect to be at one of these things were there, gathering into their usual groups and staking out their territories.
Over in the corner a group of young men in matching shirts were hoisting beers, and trying to impress their girls with the way they vanquished yet another worthy foe to win some meaningless softball league title. Closer to the bar, some business men were sipping mixed drinks, their neckties and jackets left behind, yet still trying to show their girls that they made a lot of money.
The blue collar types of guys were at this party too, quietly hanging together in groups of twos and threes, seemingly satisfied with an honest day's work. There was also a freak or two in the house, looking like shabby outcasts, hanging in the shadows trying hard not to associate with anyone that society might deem as normal.
Of course there were women there too. After all, what would a party be without women. Some were dancing, some were standing around trying to look glamorous, but most were hanging out with the men. I didn't see a single woman in the place that I would call a ten, but they were all attractive enough. Most of them were dressed in party attire, all made up and ready for whatever the evening offered. All seemingly ready for some action, whether they were already attached to some lucky guy or not.
As usual, this party looked like it was going to become a bit of a sausage fest, with men far outnumbering women. Lately the places I'd been going seemed to be that way. It was as if I'd been transported to a world that was made up mostly of men. It seemed to me that my chances of hooking up with a nice young lady at this shindig were pretty slim.
It didn't really matter. I usually don't go in for this sort of thing. I don't really fit in, so I hadn't been to one of these little get-togethers in a while. Something about that night was different. I guess my curiosity got the best of me. So I picked up the flyer and stopped into this place, rather than doing my usual evening activity of fast food and a trip to the gym.
Skipping the gym wasn't a big deal. I guess my life's routine had gotten a little stale. I suppose I needed a change. Going to this sort of a party wasn't ideal, but if nothing else happened, I figured some music and a drink might lighten my mood. At the very least I thought there might be a pretty woman or two to look at.
Even though I didn't see anything to my liking, I sipped my drink and watched the scene unfold before me. I was already there and it seemed such a waste to just turn and leave. I settled in and looked around, hoping to spot a diamond in the rough.
Looking around, a tall woman with pretty eyes and long dark hair caught my eye, but alas, she was already attached to one of the business men. There were a couple of possible cuties hanging around with the softball team, but they were awfully young and seemed more interested in the wannabe jocks than someone like me.
I was about to give up and leave when I saw a woman that didn't seem to be attached to anyone. She was medium height, and a bit bigger than curvy, yet not quite a BBW. She looked a bit like a woman on the prowl. As she made her way through the room, she stopped and talked with many of the men, having a short conversation before moving on.
She looked to be hunting for some attention. Wanting someone to hang out with, but it seemed as if no one she stopped to talk with suited her fancy. As I watched her move about the room like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower I saw her smile, and what a perfectly beautiful smile it was. But that big white smile was fleeting, only there for a moment, then it was gone.
She came closer and closer until she fluttered right past where I was standing. I smiled at her, hoping she would stop and talk, or at least flash that beautiful smile in return, but I got nothing. Maybe she didn't see me, or maybe she spotted someone she knew. Whatever the cause she flew right by without even looking at me.
I watched as she walked away. She was graceful for a big girl, and probably not as tall as I first thought. From behind I could see the heels she had on were easily five or six inches tall. Heels or not there was something very sexy about her.
She didn't have that movie star sort of sexy. She had the kind of sexy not everyone notices. It was the way she moved. The look on her face. The smooth darkness of her skin. The way her full puffy lips softened her face. The way her hips gently bounced side to side as she walked. She was a true diamond in the rough, but sexy or not I could only watch as she disappeared around the corner and was gone.
I'd had enough. This party definitely wasn't going my way. I gulped down the last of my drink and looked for a place to set the empty glass. When I looked up there she was. The very girl I had just watched walk by me without even so much as a blink. But she was different now. She had gone and put on some makeup. Her pretty round face now sported lips of red and her eyes stood out with well-placed liner and shadow.
I expected her to pass on by as she did before, but that isn't what happened. She stopped right in front of me and subconsciously batted her eyes.
"Hello I'm April." She said, her smile inviting me to come closer. "I was born in June, but my mother always hated that name. And you are?" She offered me her hand in introduction.
"I'm Judge." I answered, curious about the oddness of her introduction... Wondering if that story about her name was some sort of pickup line.
"Nice to meet you Jed." She replied.
"No my Name is Judge." I slightly raised my voice to make sure she heard me over the music. "When my father told the nurse to name me after Supreme Court justice Thurgood Marshall she assumed Thurgood would be my middle name. My mother made my father keep the error because she was pissed that he didn't name me William like they had discussed."
At that point I realized that many of us have a story about how we got our names, and from the way she intently listened to mine I knew she was interested in getting to know me.
