I see you as you enter Henrietta Hudson. You walk slowly clutching your purse as you take a few steps to sit at the bar. I look at you. You are a few seats away from me but yet you have captured my heart. Something comes over me watching your every move. I see you whisper in the bartender's ear. He returns with a very dirty apple martini. As you raise the glass to your lips, you smile as if one of your best memories has crossed your mind. I distract myself and look around the room. I think to myself I can't do this, so I pick up my drink and move to the empty seat next to you.
You glance at me, looking at me from head to toe. Our eyes meet and I smile at you. I ask you your name and you whisper Shelly. I ask you if you are on vacation, I can't place your accent. You let me know that you are visiting some friends for a few days. You never volunteer any other information. You turn your head and look at the bartender. I notice that your martini is almost finished and I ask if I can buy you another. You nod and I order one for you and a Miller Lite for myself. As you get your new drink you smile at me and tell me thanks. I sit in amazement as I watch you polish off this drink as well. I can't hold my tongue anymore. My hand touches your lap and I ask you if you would like to accompany me to the dance floor. Without hesitation, you take my hand and I lead you to the dance floor.
Our bodies meet and II place my hands around your waist. You move seductively against me making my body react in ways it shouldn't. My face is close to yours and even though the lights are dimmed, I see the smirk on your face. You move your hands and your fingers meet mine. I gaze into your eyes and your eyes are speaking to me. I distract myself and look around the room. Everyone is staring at our bodies moving as one, almost as if we are making love on the dance floor. I take your hand and lead you back to the bar. I ask you if you would like to come to my apartment. You nod and I pay the bill.