HE

He sat across the room from me...watching me. With part fascination and part curiosity.

The room was filled with smoke, bodies gyrating to the loud pumping music and and sexual sorcery.
Every once in awhile our eyes would meet and he would lock his gaze into mine as if trying to read my mind.

I stand there, swaying to the rhythm, rather intoxicated by the atmosphere and the four martinis I had. My friends are dancing all around me, some seated at a table not far away, chugging down bottles of vodka and some at the bar giggling amongst themselves.
Everyone around us is completely unaware of this little game that has started between strangers.

I break away from the dancefloor, walk over to the bar to finish my drink and set myself up for another one.

I lose myself in conversation with my friends at the bar and return to the table to find that he is no longer where I saw him last.
I jump straight on the dance floor and boogie down to the DJ's awesome grooves.
The energy is orgasmic. The vibes are euphoric.

I am offered a glass of champagne and I take it. Not for one moment questioning if I really should be having yet another drink especially since mixing drinks usually equal to trouble.
I ponder on it barely a second before I take a huge swig and set my sights back on the room.

I start to twiddle my shoulders and close my eyes, taking in the sounds of the party.
I feel someone step up behind me and I get a whiff of a delicious cologne.
For a second I think " Mmmmm a man who smells ....yummy."
I refuse to turn around. It's probably one of my fabulously metrosexual guy friends.

I hear a low sexy voice whisper in my ear, "Excuse me, ... Charmaine?"
I look over my shoulder and realize it's (guess who) adressing me.
I turn around and look at his strong face and say "Do I know you?"
He hands me a vodka martini and smiles.
And puts his other hand out as if asking for my hand and I look at him in puzzlement.
He hand reaches out for my champagne glass, and he pulls it softly from my grasp.
I open my mouth to thank him but he steps back and says
"You look like you are having a ball...please don't let me interrupt."
"Thank you for my drink." I manage.
He smiles and walks away.

I stand on the dance floor, perfectly chilled vodka martini just the way I like in, in hand and jaw sweeping the floor.
I tell myself.."That was a refreshing approach" and I smile at him now standing at the bar.
I start dancing again and sip away at my Dirty martini
and he stands there watching me with part curiosity and part appreciation.

Chivalry, class, mystery and charm...yum.