thewav

So, I spied myself a lovely lady at the weekend. I'm sure you can guess the type. I was in the barfly in Camden catching some late night tunes and a last few drinks. I gave her the eye and she flirtatiously responded with the most devilish of smiles. I pondered the prospect, smiled back and headed to the bar (cause ya don't wanna seem too keen). I order a quick double and coke (edit- Diet coke cause I'm watching my figure) and, feeling satisfied, headed to the dancefloor.

I don't know whether it was my level of intoxication or an act of God but I felt like a disco legend as I swaggered towards the bright lights and intense sights. I threw some shapes, busted a move and even gave the most compelling rendition of the 'robot'. I felt blessed.

Alas, a brooding sense of impending doom surrounded me.

The crowd, which had only just welcomed me into its warm embrace moments before, seemed deeply upset. Whether it was the shape throwing, the move busting or even (heaven forbid) the 'robot', I was no longer welcome.

I quickly made my excuses and went back to the bar to regain my dignity (and for a quick flirtini).

It was then that the horror erupted. Did the pretty eyed lady see my social faux pas? Could I have actually sabotaged my chance of lip love?
Wait a minute here, LETS LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE. What if she was the One? Have I just missed out on finding my future wife?

(edit - Yes Ladies and Gents, I am this crazy. This is why its so important to act cool in the beginning. Girls have always found my strange 'What if' moments quite adorable, but only if I've hooked them already. Otherwise they all agree that these strange moments are, well a bit strange.)

I scouted the area by walking the perimeter of the room. She was gone.

So the lesson this month kiddies : only dance when your drunk if you would also dance sober.