Sunday, September 27, 2009

Party Girl

She was smiling. She looked cute and content while entertaining her guests. She liked to make sure everyone was ok, pouring them vodka and adding to it according to their preference. I looked around. The place was pretty, fancy and unusual. The people all looked happy and engaged in the rhythm. I would've skipped this. In fact, I tried to skip it but she wouldn't budge. "It's our 30th we must do something to celebrate." Now all eyes were on me as I tried to keep everyone occupied. Talking hid my embarrassment, allowing me to loosen up a bit and forget the attention for just a moment. She tried to get me to dance, practically begging me to get the groove on. Putting her arms around me she looked to make sure the others saw. To get her point across. I was hers and that was final.

Great, even more attention poured my way causing my face to get redder. I couldn't hide from it so I had another drink. This night would be over soon and then it would just be the two of us in our sanctuary. Peopled started fidgeting and looking at their watches. Could they see I wanted them to leave? Could she see? She didn't mind me; she knew me inside out and knew the exact words that cancelled my discomfort.

Just a bit longer and we could avoid nights like these for a whole year. But then came the pictures. Endless clicks and poses reviewed and perfected for the audience, her audience. She liked to document moments, for me it was all in my head...

1 comment:

  1. "She didn't mind me; she knew me inside out and knew the exact words that cancelled my discomfort."

    Bravo!

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