A rush of blood to the head

(Note: this should have been posted EARLIER but I am still on the rebound. God I am getting too old for nights out...)

Yes I am tired. However I still managed to say yes, I'll go out tonight. Again. The will wasn't very strong I have to confess, but I guess that the fact of reviewing old faces was somewhat appealing.

I kind of had dinner in a hurry.
"Don't wait for me tonight. I'm going out."
A little patronizing chat and I'm off. I don't care, I want to go out and I want to have some slack. So just gimme a break.

I met my friends almost half way to the first stop of the evening. It was a chilly night and there weren't many people in the streets. I was greeted warmly, some belated congrats and hugs and kisses for everyone. I didn't feel warm at all. "We need to get some drinks!" One says. "Looks like we're a little grumpy tonight...” I got a small nudge on my elbow. "Yeah, let's go."
We had some shots, a few toasts (yes, I believe toasting to the Chinese New Year is in fact a must...) and we took off. Ok, the first drinks warmed me a little inside. But still, I was cold. I enjoy going out with the gang, don't misunderstand me. I love 'em a dearly. But I guess I wasn't really on the mood.
We walked a while to the next stop. When we got there it was barely empty.
"Let's sit here for a while." Sure why not?

From a far, I spotted another friend of mine. She waved and signaled me to join. I was happy to see her. The how's you and how's everything ensued. We sat by a nearby table. "Ok, now we can put all the gossip up to date." She said giggling. We spoke for like an hour, had a couple of drinks. Then one of the gals I was with came up to us. "Hey we're hitting other place, wanna go?" Yea, it was getting a little crowded by now. The original foursome was now an original half dozen (some people got glued to us) and we merrily left that club. At least they were nice. And funny.
The last place for the night was pretty empty when we got there. It stayed like that at least till 4, 4.30AM. We got there and went to feed the little monsters in our stomachs. The dance floor had some scarce dancers and we were still a little sober to start dancing. But as the night progressed we let go and just danced away. One of the guys I went with came by, followed by two other people. At first, it was a little difficult to see them due to the light, darkness and smoke, altogether. I thought I wasn’t interested in them until I looked their way… Strangers to me, I never seem ‘em around before. The introductions were scant and I sort of got they’re names in the air, a few minutes later. The loud music didn’t help either. I continued dancing, but I caught something in the corner of my eye (damn, can’t seem to let go of the logical observer in me) I took sometime watching them. Stranger no.1 seemed good-hearted and funny but stranger no.2... Well, I can say it kinda dropped a penny behind my ear (insert sigh and phwoar! here) I noticed that I had drastically reduced the amount of movement and just leaned against a wall, staring. You know, really staring. I got a look back, then a grin. A grin? (well, we all gathered our coats, bags and stuff together, so they knew I was in the group) and as expected, I totally blew my cover (if I had any) and shot out the most blank look ever (I know I did…). A friend of mine came by. “Aren’t you gonna dance?”
Brain working again. “I need a drink, be back in a sec.” I moved through the loose/compact crow, up to the bar. Ok, drink, freshen up, go back there and act as if nothing happened. Indeed, nothing had happened. No, something happened.
I got back to the dance floor. Again, the wall seemed so appealing. I was having my drink when I am sort of bumped off by someone. No drink spilled, great! “Hey watch your way.” I said, not pissed or anything, it’s just a must to get bumped when I go out. “SORRY!” I heard out loud. Omfgjbcwahitgwyn1?! (Oh my friggin gawd Jesus bloody Christ where’s a hole in the ground when you need one?!) It was stranger no. 2.
“Hey, it’s you!”
“Huh… hey back.” I said, stirring my drink with the straw.
“Having a break?”
“Just a drink.” I lifted the bottle nonchalantly.
“Oh, I should have one too. Want one?” I was offered.
“No thanks, I’m fine.”
“Alright, be right back.” I saw a grin again.
Nonononono. When do we leaaaave?
It wasn’t long before stranger no.2 got back with a filled glass. “Hey you still here!”
“Hehe… yea” I answered.
“Good! Wanna go dance?” The glass was put in one of the holders and I was offered an extended hand.
O_o ohhh boy…
“You know, I don’t really dance.” Strike one.
“I saw you dance earlier.” A chuckle. I really wish you didn’t smile so much, doesn’t help…
“No, I mean well, I don’t dance well.” Strike two.
“Hmm, then you were faking that huh?” Silly smile.
“I…” Striiiike three, you’re out!
“C’mon, you can teach me how to fake how not to dance.”
Swept, I was literally swept unto the floor. Oh my god… this can’t end up well.

The music was pumping but the moves were soft, not matching at all the electronic beat. If someone was nervous, you couldn't tell. At least for that... The gap between us was decreasing. One confident, another a little uneasy. Two worlds seemed to collide. I wanted to move loosely, but something kept me in place. As the electronic beat slowed, I felt strong arms around me, coming from behind. "So, now you can show me your 'I-dunno-how-to-dance-but-really-can-break-some-moves' dance." I hear the words being slurred on my ear and the arms got tighter around me. I soo need to get outside.
“Sorry, I just need to go out a little…”
“You ok? Want me to go with you?”
“No, no. I’ll be right back.” I made a feeble smile and moved away.
Big breath. Outside me and my conscience (can I call it that? Sometimes I think I am more conscientious than my own conscience!) I can’t, I can’t! Hmm who says you can’t? I mean I could but I won’t. Why not? I think it’s clear we like each other’s company.. Yeah you do! C’mon get back in there and enjoy it while it’s still hot girl!! (I swear, I dunno where my conscience gets that… Not from me!)
I got back inside. All the gang was nowhere to be seen so I assumed they went for the lounge part of the club. I strolled my way up there and got some funny faces as I got there. “Hey, thought you’d gone home!”
“Where were you?”
I didn’t bother answering; I merely slumped into a free space on the couch and asked for a drink. Didn’t take long till I had one in front of me, compliment of stranger no.2. Oh you’re still here… The space next to me was promptly occupied. “So, where were you?” I am asked with a smile.
Don't smile... No, smile! “Sorry I ditched you back there, I needed a little air.” I honestly said.
“Oh no problem.” Politeness is really a great thing, but I think I can see past that. I sensed a little hurt. “Look…” I begin.
A friend of mine sat on the couch too, we shifted a little and we got closer. “Do I make you nervous?” Stranger no.2 really has a way with looks.
Blank stare again. Oh my what makes you think such thing?! "Nervous? Why do you say that?" Lame, I know.
“Well I got that from earlier when I asked you to dance." I was about to reply.
"Please tell me I am wrong.” Long meaningful look. Oh dear… How… What do I say now?
“You don’t.” I looked right back. Hey it’s not only you who can put tha looks!
“Good. Wanna go dance now?” Stranger no.2 gracefully stood up. I stood up as well.
“I told you, I dunno how to dance.”
“Let me decide that.” And we walked, hand in hand to the dance floor.

It must have been an hour later when my friends came by us to let know we should be going soon. I believe it was about almost 6AM when we paid out tabs and delivered the cards. I said goodbye to stranger no.2 in a very formal way (it was awkward I must say). A simple nice meeting you, take care and see ya around was enough. I got one more dazzling smile, a kiss on my cheek and then we were off.

Ok back in the street things were different. I got all friggin bombarded with questions, my friends can be really nosy :\ Most of the questions I didn’t even know the answer. In the car, things were calmed down by a notch. It was only me and a friend of mine, she was driving me home.
“So, are you gonna see each other again?”
“Dunno, we didn’t talk about that.”
“WHAT? You spent most of the night talking and, and together! What do you mean you didn’t talk about that?!” I still have that scream in my head…
“We just didn’t.” I simply said.
“Okaay…One of two in here. Either you’re afraid of something working out here or you’re not interested. Just between you and me, I don’t think it’s the last one.”
“If you think I am gonna answer that, wrong. I need to sleep.”
“Don’t you mean think?” She offered with a sarcastic smile.
I nodded. “Probably.”
A few minutes later we got to my stop. “We’ll talk tomorrow ok? Get some ‘rest’ will ya?”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
She drove off and I got inside.

I think my head was at 1000mph when I entered my room. As I proceeded to undress myself, I put my hands in the several pockets I had, taking the several scattered coins I had in them. Hmm, a paper? Must be some check. It was folded in two, so I unfolded it. No it wasn’t a check, it was a note. Wha’? H.. How did it get here?
The writing was small; the letters were clear and firm.

I loved tonight, just wanted you to know.
Hope we can talk again, I’d like that.
Tell me what you think :)
Kisses.

A phone number was on the piece of paper as well.
I have to say I was dumbfounded. I mean, who wouldn’t right? I looked at it for quite a while.
It was very sweet I must confess. And romantic, wouldn’t you say? Well I do. I am a helpless romantic so that hit the bull’s eye… The whole thing all seemed to fit so well. Nothing like this has happened to me before, so I only assume it’s natural for me to be a little perplexed, amazed and fuzzy inside (I’m having a bad case of butterflies in my stomach…) at the same time.

I got into bed and only woke up this afternoon.

I didn’t dream in my sleep.

The day was rather busy after I woke up, so I didn’t have time to think about any of the past events.

Now, it’s nearly 3AM and I have the paper by my nightstand. Haven’t touched it since last night. I have picked my phone several times.

*sigh*

Could be, that some kind of happiness, is just one phone call away?