Continued from previous post.
I was feeling mellow, confident and content. One last look around the club, then I'm focused. I feel like I'm putting Brown Eyed Girl on a pedestal, then looking down on her.
She glances around the place a few times but doesn't notice me. How could she fail to notice me, I'm six foot tall, only fifteen feet away and looking straight at her?
I don't think she's avoiding eye contact, because her gaze, passes quickly over me a couple of times. I need eye contact to know what she's thinking.
If she looks, then doesn't look again, fine.I know where I am.
Maybe it's the drink, but I feel she's going to connect.
There, almost missed it. For the tiniest, briefest moment, her 'room scan' catches me. She knows, I've noticed her, but she couldn't have taken much in.
It's hard to gauge time on these occasions, but it seems like five minutes before she scans again. Again, that brief glance into my eyes. Now she knows I'm watching her, but not how much.
The glances get more frequent and longer each time. It's gonna happen, I can feel it.
Bald Beerbelly man and Youngster haven't noticed yet.
All three of them are still dancing.
Brown Eyed Girl has her head bent down as she watches her own moves.
The last three glances are like a crescendo. Adrenaline wells up and gushes through my body. I'm already grooving to the music, but this rush, gives me more snap.
Finally, she straightens up and looks straight into my eyes. Bingo!
A short pause then she starts to dance.
Dance with me.
We're fifteen feet apart and we're dancing together!
Now, maybe my mind is over theatrical, but it seems like slow motion, The crowd fades back and we're both bathed in spot lights.
Barry Whites voice resonates, "My first, my last, my everythang."
This is potentially a seminal moment. A great moment.
Perhaps in three months, we'll be doing the 'From Here to Eternity' kiss on some sun drenched foreign beach or, drinking wine together, watching the sunset, on a terrace in Provence. If we stayed together for ever more, few, if any moments would top this, but right here, right now, this is exciting and sexy and I want it to last for ever.
I detect, in the left hand corner of my peripheral vision, what appears to be, two men, dancing the tango. Leading arms outstretched, they stride purposefully between BEG and me, heading for the door.
This vision is so bizarre, It seems like 'The Walrus of Lurrve' is abruptly stopped, by an 'Ally McBeal' type, needle on vinyl scratching sound.
It's Trevor and Rhino Bouncer!
I break our gaze and ask, "What's going on?"
Rhino man pauses and glances back at me.
"I'm throwing him out, that's what"
"He was asleep, on the bar...... dribbling."
It seemed like a fair cop to me.
I turned back to beautiful, sexy Brown Eyed Girl. She's watching. I shrug at her and follow Trevor Truelove onto the street.
In the balmy Summer night air, Trevor spins and slumps onto a bus stop seat.
"Where were you Tick? We could have 'taken' them!"
I doubt if he could have 'taken' an asprin that night.
You've got to make sure your mate gets home alright.
Well haven't you?
Everythings gone tits up again. Thought I'd do the laundry this morning. I'd been having a bit of trouble with my washing machine. Fluffy's boy friend had had a fiddle with it and it seemed to be OK. Just put my whites on, when I realised I'd forgotten to replace the back. Didn't think it mattered. Unfortunately, the drum pully chewed through the flexable blue pipe causing water to squirt into the machine, shorting it out. Bollocks.
Having Isolated the machine I went back upstairs for a quick blog, when the power for the whole house went off.
As I came down the stairs I could smell smoke. The lounge was thick with it and dancey flamey light was comming from the Kitchen.
It seems I'd put a laundry basket on the electric hob, (which was stone cold) and must have turned one of the knobs a fraction by mistake.
Now I have scorched and melted hob extractor and one wall full of kitchen units. The flooring has had it as well. Need a lot of decorations, and can't get the electricity back on. Can't even make a cup of tea.