A congregation of known strangers. What's it called? A blog meet someone announced in their byte-world. I turned up as the unidentified person. After skirting questions about what space I occupy in the virtual world I lit up my cigarette and watched. I inched toward the balcony gazing at the giggling girls. Odd how I am the eldest in this lot. Never been that before. A large guy walked over to me offering an awkward smile and a tempting concoction of blue soda and vodka. Small talk, few laughs and he moved on. I was left to the cool breeze embracing me and the sight of a particularly handsome discomfited guy.
***
She was an immediate attraction. Draped in gray, she seemed content in the spot near the ledge of the balcony. I was too unnerved to say hello. I knew some of the guys here, so I started up obvious conversations with them. I didn't like it that she was smoking. At least I can use that as an excuse not to be interested in this tiny creature with dorky spectacles. I glided through this exuberant party.
***
This drink is pretty good, I thought to myself. The guys here seem quite alright. Especially that fellow in the dull blue shirt. I allowed the cliched Pink Floyd music ensconce me while I judged the girls. That one is juvenile, this one wants to get laid and look at the girl snogging her boyfriend in full view! The guy is obviously embarrassed. I felt a condescending smile curl my lips. As long as no one notices me, I'm good. I leaned against the ledge observing the quick groups forming. The alpha males with the prettiest girls. The IT geeks with the left overs. Lastly, the ones that are taken and the geekiest of the geeks messing with the music or taking photographs. Except Mr. Dull Blue shirt.
***
I ask Rowdy what is this odd mixture of drink he's given me. He slurs something and I know he's already hammered. He comes closer and whispers about an enigmatic new girl. He points rather rudely at the girl who has assumed a mocking look on her face. It's been one hour and she's only moved to the kitchen to refill her drink. Why won't she come in and join the tipsy dancers, the nerds at the music station or me? I might as well walk over to her. Let's see what or who she's mocking. I might like it.
***
I knew he was going to strike up a conversation with me. We appear to be the only ones in this happy party who don't fit in. I better put off my cigarette. Oh. He isn't coming straight to me. The fact that he's weaving his way through the many guys and the obviously out numbered girls conveys a message to me. He's making it clear that he's more comfortable than he really is with these people. Ah. He's moved under a brighter light. I like his large eyes and easy smile. He must be a charmer. I remind myself to turn down the psychologist in me. This is a party. I need to loosen up.
***
Gosh. I need to make small talk with so many people before I get to this girl! I must say, I was skeptical about the party but there is such energy in this group of people. I ought to befriend some of these boys. It'll help me out of my boredom, get me acquainted to the city. I'm tired of drinking alone. I say hello to Horny Girl allowing myself some flirty comments. She's too raunchy for me. Might as well leave her to the other guys. They're all watching her like hawks anyway. Now to the girl at the balcony. Weird how I'm nervous about her.
***
I smile pleasantly at this man. I size him up and decide to give him a chance. I'm quiet. My mind's drawn a blank. I'd normally be edgy if my mind deserted me like this but I'm not. He's standing quite close to me and eases his face into a cheerful smile. A slight smell of his cologne is wafted towards me in the breeze. I gaze at his splendid eyes. His perfect, full lips. His surprisingly large head.
***
Wow. I'm standing too close to this girl. Should I step back? Then she'll think I'm a wuss. Should I start a conversation? I'm too comfortable in the silence. She's got such sharp eyes! I love her thin yet perfectly shaped lips. She's so petite. The moonlight's framing her long hair beautifully. I wish I had a camera. I like how she's soaked in the silver light, the texture of her smile and the feel of presence.
***
I don't want him to talk. I want him to hold my hand. I want us to prolong this bubble of comfort we've built around us. It's past midnight anyway. I'll have to go home in a few minutes. I feel his feet shuffle and he moves next to me. His arm lightly brushes against me. I let him lightly touch my hand. I finish my drink and ask him if he'd like to drop me home. He nods. I say my thanks and byes to the hosts. Wink at another acquaintance and get my coat. I walk out the door with him following me. I purposely sway my hips and feel his eyes burn my back.
***
She was an immediate attraction. Draped in gray, she seemed content in the spot near the ledge of the balcony. I was too unnerved to say hello. I knew some of the guys here, so I started up obvious conversations with them. I didn't like it that she was smoking. At least I can use that as an excuse not to be interested in this tiny creature with dorky spectacles. I glided through this exuberant party.
***
This drink is pretty good, I thought to myself. The guys here seem quite alright. Especially that fellow in the dull blue shirt. I allowed the cliched Pink Floyd music ensconce me while I judged the girls. That one is juvenile, this one wants to get laid and look at the girl snogging her boyfriend in full view! The guy is obviously embarrassed. I felt a condescending smile curl my lips. As long as no one notices me, I'm good. I leaned against the ledge observing the quick groups forming. The alpha males with the prettiest girls. The IT geeks with the left overs. Lastly, the ones that are taken and the geekiest of the geeks messing with the music or taking photographs. Except Mr. Dull Blue shirt.
***
I ask Rowdy what is this odd mixture of drink he's given me. He slurs something and I know he's already hammered. He comes closer and whispers about an enigmatic new girl. He points rather rudely at the girl who has assumed a mocking look on her face. It's been one hour and she's only moved to the kitchen to refill her drink. Why won't she come in and join the tipsy dancers, the nerds at the music station or me? I might as well walk over to her. Let's see what or who she's mocking. I might like it.
***
I knew he was going to strike up a conversation with me. We appear to be the only ones in this happy party who don't fit in. I better put off my cigarette. Oh. He isn't coming straight to me. The fact that he's weaving his way through the many guys and the obviously out numbered girls conveys a message to me. He's making it clear that he's more comfortable than he really is with these people. Ah. He's moved under a brighter light. I like his large eyes and easy smile. He must be a charmer. I remind myself to turn down the psychologist in me. This is a party. I need to loosen up.
***
Gosh. I need to make small talk with so many people before I get to this girl! I must say, I was skeptical about the party but there is such energy in this group of people. I ought to befriend some of these boys. It'll help me out of my boredom, get me acquainted to the city. I'm tired of drinking alone. I say hello to Horny Girl allowing myself some flirty comments. She's too raunchy for me. Might as well leave her to the other guys. They're all watching her like hawks anyway. Now to the girl at the balcony. Weird how I'm nervous about her.
***
I smile pleasantly at this man. I size him up and decide to give him a chance. I'm quiet. My mind's drawn a blank. I'd normally be edgy if my mind deserted me like this but I'm not. He's standing quite close to me and eases his face into a cheerful smile. A slight smell of his cologne is wafted towards me in the breeze. I gaze at his splendid eyes. His perfect, full lips. His surprisingly large head.
***
Wow. I'm standing too close to this girl. Should I step back? Then she'll think I'm a wuss. Should I start a conversation? I'm too comfortable in the silence. She's got such sharp eyes! I love her thin yet perfectly shaped lips. She's so petite. The moonlight's framing her long hair beautifully. I wish I had a camera. I like how she's soaked in the silver light, the texture of her smile and the feel of presence.
***
I don't want him to talk. I want him to hold my hand. I want us to prolong this bubble of comfort we've built around us. It's past midnight anyway. I'll have to go home in a few minutes. I feel his feet shuffle and he moves next to me. His arm lightly brushes against me. I let him lightly touch my hand. I finish my drink and ask him if he'd like to drop me home. He nods. I say my thanks and byes to the hosts. Wink at another acquaintance and get my coat. I walk out the door with him following me. I purposely sway my hips and feel his eyes burn my back.
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