You are at a bar, it's late, long week you had. Your boss was demanding, you went to bed late all week. You need a drink. The place is packed and you are sipping your gin & tonic, Hendriks of course. The cucumber is still resting in your glass, you are gazing around the room, not particularly looking for anything special, but looking nonetheless. Who is here? You are in a happy mood, but nothing out of the ordinary. And through all the noise and people around you, eyes are looking back at you, but just a glance and just for a quick second.
You continue on your merry way, the eyes seem to disappear in the crowd and you finish your Hendriks you have been sipping for quite some time. You move closer to the bar, leaving your friends at the small table they have kept for their purses and other accessories they don't feel like wearing. I am talking about small jackets, scarfs you name it. We love that little table, even though we don't sit, it serves as our own personal coat check.
You make your way to the crowded bar, the lights are dimmed low and you can make out a few familiar faces of people you have seen before, but nothing out of the ordinary. Ordering at the bar becomes a drag. So many people and you can't seem to get the bartenders attention. and suddenly, a stranger, out of nowhere, leans in to the bar next to you. He towers over you, even though you are wearing your sexiest heels.
Who is this handsome piece of man?
But without giving off any signal, you find yourself with another Hendriks being offered to you, and he mutters something like:
Did the lady want a Hendriks? Flashing his million dollar smile. Ugh. Are you in a movie or something?
He's cute, but nothing out of the ordinary, but his smile is a killer. Why thank you you answer, and you are quite impressed with his slick move. Probably asked the bartender what you were having. And those eyes. Clearly the eyes that were looking at you from the other side of the room. Smooth move bro. Smooth move.
Before you know it, you are talking about how rollerblading is better than biking, and that Spiderman is the ultimate superhero because he's not only geeky, but funny and saves the world using spiderwebs. Both of you mimic your best web throwing technique. Conversation moves on to how you like to bake cakes sometimes and how he loves eating cakes, and that the 2 of you should be always together, bounded by the hip to always eat and bake delicious cakes. Conversation is silly. But you don't care, this piece of man makes you laugh, and right now that's all that matters. It's nothing out of the ordinary, but you are having a great time. You have no idea what he does and you love that.
He chats up with a couple of your friends, tells them that they should stay away from you because you prefer vanilla to chocolate, or that you don't know who Aaron Sorkin is. But neither do they! You chuckle and try to get closer. He turns to you, you talk a little, he takes you to the dance floor pulling some of the wackiest dance moves you have ever seen. You keep on laughing. He kisses you gently. Wow. He kissed you in a bar. Are you 20 again? Maybe. You feel a little jittery but that's OK.
Who is this man? Where does he come from? His name is. Well that's not really important. His name is Funny Interesting Man.
He goes back to his friends, but always keeps his wondering eye. The night is getting late. And he has yet to ask for your number. What do you do? You try to get a little closer to him, but without going up to him of course. You want him to come your way. He finally does. Comes right up to you and says: Wanna get out of here? You think a little. "Do I want this? Yeah definitely. I want this." You nod without seeming too into it. He pulled a little Ryan Gosling move, but you don't care. He's pretty awesome.
He brings you to his place, as you are going up the elevator, he kisses you again, but this time, with lots of passion. You get to his home. You have barely walked in. He pulls you in for that killer kiss that will make you undress, forget his name (if you still remember it) and forget your own.
Clothes are everywhere, hands are everywhere. It's not perfect, but it's pretty damn amazing. You both fall asleep naked, spooned in close.
You wake up the next morning. And chitchat in bed, exchange your favorite songs, laughs and maybe a little morning sex. Both of you seem to not want to leave the bed. Once your feet get off that bed, it's back to the real life again. He tells you that he has a brunch with some friends from out of town. You take a quick shower together. It's kinda sexy. You wash each other's bodies and continue to laugh some more. You leave his place. He kisses you goodbye, takes your number. Will you hear from him again? Maybe. Maybe not. Wow. What was this?
It was just a good moment. A good moment in time. The. Best. One Night Stand. Ever. And completely out of the ordinary.
I decided to change it up a little and write a fictional short story (taken from one night stands moments in the lives of friends...) let me know your thoughts!