Thanksgiving Joy!!

Hey everyone, I hope the holidays were as good for you as they were for me. I went home and the night before Thanksgiving a bunch of high school buddies wanted to show up at this club in town. I’m thinking “sounds like a good idea.” So we pile into my friend’s tiny car and get there around eight, which is early for any city. We fill the goblets and then head to a table that is close to the dance floor and the band.

Around ten o’clock, the place is PACKED!! You couldn’t find an inch of tile on the dance floor, and yes, all kinds of hotties. Now normally, I would start a repetitive pattern of getting to know someone, and if one of us isn’t interested just go on and meet another lady. But tonight, my friends, tonight is different.

As soon as she walked in the door I couldn’t help but notice. Her hair was like a flag to the ship of Dionysus. It caught my eye and I kept steering her direction. While she was waiting for her beverage I noticed she was tall - nice! She and her friends hopped right on the dance floor and my friends and I sat in shock at our table. Each one of my buddies was placing a swift elbow into the ribs of the guy next to him.

After a short display that must rival monkeys in a jungle, I rose from my position. Every eye at the table was upon me. I looked over at the bar, then the dance floor, and then I realized, I have to use the restroom. I walk in and the entire time my focus is upon what is my ice-breaker. What one line will I use to get her interested enough to hang out for a bit?

I finish drying my hands and hit the doorway. I turn the corner and SLAM! I knock her over as she is headed for the ladies room. I can feel my face turn beet red, and at the same time my throat starts closing. I’m staring at her beautiful face but it’s four feet below me. Grasping for words, all I can do is lend her my hand. She accepts and hops up on her feet.

“Thanks.” she says.

“Sorry about that.” I reply.

“It was my fault.” She looks away.

“Definitely my fault, meet me at the bar in 5 minutes and the next drink is on me.” I did it!! I spoke!!

I head straight to the bar and grab a seat. My buddies haven’t noticed since they are fixated on the dance floor. She stops by and I order our goblets filled. I turn around in time to notice another round of elbows at the table with my friends. We introduce ourselves and head straight to the dance floor. My moves were effortless yet calculated. Her everything was everything.

The entire night passed and we had barely made small talk. My friends were ready to go and hers were already in the car. She frantically scribbles her number on the back of my hand and then hops in as her ride is departing. Glancing down I notice the number on my hand is a 970 area code. Could this be? I’ve met a Colorado girl!!

To be continued…..