I Don’t Even Know His Last Name
Or his first really….
Let me start from the beginning…
It was Friday…raining zebras and lions…and it had been for days…
There he was…
My girls and I were dancing in the corner…right next to the DJ booth…
He had the perfect smile…
I needed a new drink…someone suggested shots…I’m down
How can I be down with him?
*shot 1* Cuervo and an orange…
Shit…some slid down the side of my mouth…
“Mind if I get that for you?”
Damned…he had to be about 6’3…dark skin…Damned…
Compose yourself mama…
He wants to dance…
And when I felt him behind me ..well…I had to have it…
You live near here? I’m five minutes away…
I closed my tab.
