Last night was the most amazing night of my life. You thought as you lay there cuddled up to your pillows, reminiscing on the wonderful night you had. You could remember everything about the man. Everything from the color of his eyes to the way he grunted when he downed a shot of Jack Daniels.
Most of all, you could remember the way her made you feel. The way you’re heart skipped a beat every time he looked at you, every time your hands accidentally grazed across each other. You remember how he made you feel like you were the only person who existed in the world, although everyone in the club was trying to talk to him. All of this happening in one night. One faithful night, where you met the man of your dreams in a darkened, loud club.
The previous night:
The sounds of the club were almost deafening. You stood close to the bar, as you felt kind of uncomfortable, and you didn’t really care for being there, but your friends made you come. So there you were, sitting lazily at a stool by the bar and drinking a rum and coke. You turned to the bartender, but right when you were about to ask for another, you heard a deep, sultry voice beside you say ‘Excuse me, can I get a glass of red wine, and whatever she’s drinking.’ You turned towards the voice, wondering why he interrupted you when you were about to speak, and wondering what hopeless soul was about to get hit on when you saw the most gorgeous man that you have ever laid eyes one standing beside you, pointing at your drink.
As the bartender went to steadily making the glass of wine and rum and coke, you stared at the man standing beside you, as her stared back. ‘Excuse me, but I’ve been watching you all night, and you have got to be the most beautiful girl in the world.’ Did he really just say that? No way did he just say that! Is he talking to me? Your breath caught in your throat a little but, making it hard for you to speak. No one had ever affected you like this.
‘Excuse me Oppa, but who ever said that I wanted another drink?’ You said nodding and smiling towards the bartender as he set the drink down in front of you. ‘I didn’t ask, nor does it matter. Whether you want it or not, I can tell that you will be polite enough to drink it, which is good for me because that means that I’ve succeeded in getting some time to talk to you and get to know you. If you really don’t want it, and would rather be impolite and get up and walk away, go ahead, but this was worth a try.’ You both stared back at each other. It felt like a Mexican stand off. Part of you wanted to walk away, just to make what he said false, but you knew you couldn’t. There was something about him that made you never want to be out of arms reach of him. Something about him that made you feel like you were right where you were supposed to be.
You reached your arm out and took a sip of the drink. He smirked at you, a horribly attractive smirk that sent chills down your spine. ‘So, what’s your name?’ he said between sips of wine. A sudden thought came to your head, something that you’ve always thought you would never have the guts to do, but now that you are sitting here with this man in front of you, you felt like it was the perfect time to try. ‘Here’s the deal, Rico Suave, no names. Tonight we have a goodnight. Between two people who have never met, but are attracted to each other. A purely goodnight. When the night is over, we walk away with no scrapes or bruises on our hearts, just good memories of a night we had with someone, a night where everything was perfect. No need for names. No need for phone numbers. Deal?’
He stared at you long and hard, seeming to size you up and decide if you were being serious, or kidding. ‘Deal.’