...should i meet him or should i ignore his invitation?
While dancing on the table of hip South Beach club, i noticed one pair of eyes that did not move. They were just starring at me...
I was having a wonderful time in a company of good friends. I was comfortable moving my heaps and drinking Champagne, knowing that i'm safe. Few hours passed by, but The Stranger did not move, he was observing my every move. Our eyes meet couple of times, i smiled...A lot of thoughts raced through my mind: is he drunk? is he a zombie? Why is he so cute? He reminds me of G. Why am i smiling back? Club, alcohol and dating is like a long island ice tea. Taste so good, but f#@ng hurt next day. I just got over a heartbreak, why flirt with random stranger in the club? What am i thinking about even considering anyone from the club?STOP.Enough, i told myself. Just enjoy your evening, no more drama.
My friends were tired, for Gods sake its 4:00am, J. pulled out my shoes from under the table and told me its time. While i was putting my 4 inch heels on, The Stranger rushed across the room to talk to me. He was even more handsome up close... He asked for my number...
He texted next afternoon, introducing himself as A., and asking to meet over dinner. Frankly, i already made up my mind about him. I sketched him as a south beach type: lier, womanizer and spoiled brat. Whats the point i asked myself? But i was curious, what if i'm wrong? Should i meet him or should i ignore his invitation?
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