Friday, July 27, 2012

On Meeting Someone at a Club


It has been X years of clubbing and you probably never thought you could share a romantic moment there. Sure you've been picked up, or you've picked up someone you like. 
You tongue-lashed until your tongue lost so much calories from all the physical activity. You body bumped on the dance floor and may have ended up gyrating in a motel somewhere. But hey, it's all part of the clubbing experience. It's hormones and adrenaline. It's where the fun's at. You wear your sweaty alcohol-drenched clothes back on as the sun rises. You're no better off than when you entered the club hours ago.

No fond romantic dreams of meeting "the one" at a club. You want to find this person on a totally random moment. You want to be caught off guard and swept off your feet. Maybe it's at a coffee shop on a gloomy day, this guy sits down with you and shares a cup of coffee.  You don't want to tell your children, "I met your dad in a bar. He bought me five shots of jaager bombs." You want it to be fairy tale worthy.

But maybe, just maybe, you'll find someone at the club when you least expect it.  Maybe he won't use some corny pick up line or stare at you with undressing eyes. Instead of buying you a drink, he'll try to make a move by slipping his pinky into yours. He won't assume you'd hold his hand just yet. You'll stay like this for one whole song, and he'll look at you with sincerity as the last beat plays out. He'll ask for your name, and not the name of your poison. And when you do take his hand, he'll hold it as if it was some fragile treasure. He'll take you by the waist and never skim on to your behind once the rhythm starts once more. He'll smile and kiss you on the cheek out of respect since he doesn't know you well yet.  He'd like to though. You will feel safe. You will feel enamored. You will feel your blood rush and yet that is not the most important thing. It will be him. The night will fade but you will always remember how he held your hand, and how he held your heart.

So for all you romantics out there, the club isn't so bad. It's not all for fun. This kind of thing happens. It does. It did. It is a story book moment.

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