(Guy, "Groove Me" playing in the background)
Turning my attention to the dance floor, this pretty, light caramel-skinned woman caught my eye. She is 5'5, light brown eyes, natural curly hair, thick thighs and a curvy butt peeking from under her pink short-sleeve mini dress. Man she is fine! I wasn't the only man peeping her. Honestly, I could watch her dance all night long. Of course, it would be better to have her pretty ass dancing in my townhouse…minus the clothes. I was determined to turn fantasy into a reality.
As the night wore on, I decided to campaign (talk to) for other chicks. I did not want to seem like a stalker to Ms. Pink Dress. Besides, you have to have more than one option. This is not a Disney movie were the female you want is the female you get. Real life don't always meet your expectations; especially in the dating realm.
The other females were cool but couldn't hold a candle to Mrs. Pink Dress. After she stopped dancing, she converses with some guy. I have no clue if he was her boyfriend, husband or brother making sure none of us horny guys talked to his sister. Either way, I decided to move on from her and see what was up with the other ladies. As I was conversing with some other chick, I see Ms. Pink Dress sitting alone by the bar. "Here is my opportunity," I thought to myself.
(Marvin Gaye's "Distant Lover" playing in the background)
After making up some excuse to get out of the conversation with a random chick, I made my way towards where pink dress sits. I sat next to her and asked, "So your husband decided to leave you alone, uh?" She jerks her head around.
"My who?" she replied.
"You know? Your husband, the guy, you were talking to after you stopped dancing."
"Oh! He is not my husband. Just some guy talking to me about modeling. He said he has a modeling agency and I would be a perfect model to shoot. Wait a minute! "Were you watching me on the dance floor", she asked, curiously.
"Who? Me? Not a chance!" Some birdie flew on my shoulder and told me that," I respond.
"Oh. So you got jokes. What is your name, Mr. Joker?"
"I'm more of a Batman than a Joker but it is all good. My name is Devin. Devin Banks. My friends call me Dab. And who may you be, Ms. Pink Dress?"
"It is definitely not Ms. Pink Dress," she replied, laughing. "My name is Lucy Jackson."
"Oh. So Lucy like the TV show, "I Love Lucy." I hum the theme song to the show.
Lucy laughs, hysterically. "So I see you are not lacking in the humor department, Mr. Devin. Well, what do you put your mind too these days?"
So what else aren't you lacking in?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
Her question indicated one thing: She is feeling me. In fact, she wants to fuck me. Her vibe told the whole story. However, I never assume anything until I close the deal (i.e., the woman is in my bed).
"Hmmm. Well, I'm not perfect but I strive not to lack at anything I put my mind too," I replied in a deep, smooth tone.
"Huh? Are you asking what I do for a living?"
"Oh. Well I'm a personal trainer. I work at the Freewill Fitness gym."
"Oh ok. Well that's good. I have several co-workers who are members at Freewill Fitness."
"Cool. So where do you work?"
"I work at Baptist Memorial Hospital. I am a nurse practitioner."
"Oh ok." So if I ever drop a 100lb dumbbell on my foot, you would be the woman to call, huh? "I said with a smirk.
"Well, I hope that never happens but I guess so," she said, laughing.
"Well alright then. It's settled. So what made you put on that pretty pink dress and come out here tonight?"
"Well thank you. For one, it has been quite stressful at work this week. Having to deal with patients, upper management and crazy doctors, I needed to unwind."
"I feel you. After working hard all week, who wants to sit at home and mope on a Friday night?"
"Exactly! That's why I brought my old butt to The Premiere tonight."
"Old??? You can't be no more than 25 or 26."
"Wow! I wish I was still that young. I'm actually 32."
"Wow indeed. You look fantastic. Hopefully, you won't grow skin wrinkles overnight." I joke.
"You show know what to say to a woman in her 30s," she counters. "So how old are you?"
"I'm 25 years old."
"Oh ok. You're a youngster. It's nice that your parents are letting you stay up past your bedtime."
"Oooh! Now look who's got jokes. Well I assure you, I can stay "UP" just as long as you can." Lucy crosses her legs as she sips her Martini drink. Her light brown eyes intertwine with mine. Our sexual chemistry is so apparent that Stevie Wonder could see it.
"Well I'm about to go and grab something to eat. Care to join me?"
"Hmmm. That sounds like a good idea to me. Let's go to the IHOP on Union Avenue."
We left the bar and went to our respective vehicle. She drove a red 2012 Audi RS5. She definitely has taste in cars. As we make our way to IHOP, I could not help but fantasize how good Lucy will taste. It is going to be fun welcoming her to my world.
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