Random Esquire

Plush, Benefactor, The Journalist and I headed out for a night of dancing last night. At one point in the evening, I went to the bar to get Plush a drink. As I stood there against the bar, she walked over (looking like a million bucks in red, I might add) and leaned in next to me. I reached out for her while trying to catch the bartender’s eye and I gently rest my hand on the bare skin of her arm and stroked it with my fingertips. I heard Plush say, “Um…,” and I turned around to see that I was, in fact, rubbing another woman’s arm where it rested on the bar between myself and Plush. Both Plush and this woman were looking at me with slightly amused grins on their face. I said, “I’m so sorry!” The other woman laughed and said, “Well, it felt nice.” Whoops.

I saw another friend at the bar… and said friend’s ditched date whom I had met just a bit earlier in the evening when they were still together. Not cool. I saw her walk up to the bar by herself, looking a bit upset, and excused myself from the group and walked over to her. I said, “Hey, let me buy you a drink. Come join us.” She smiled but did not say much. She was terribly kind and spent the majority of what remained of the evening with us. Benefactor charmed her and we discovered that she works near both Benefactor and me so we have tentative plans to all meet for lunch sometime. I hope that it pans out.

I spent the majority of the evening dancing with Plush, who moves like liquid. Liquid you’d like to bite. If it were possible to inhale her, I might have succeeded. Alas, she is out of town now for a week so I’m left trying to inhale a memory of the evening until we see each other again.