I was down at the club doing my usual thing on the dance floor between drinks. There’s usually all sorts to be seen, though on that night in particular I had noticed a little clique of friends who seemed like they were there for a special occasion, and after a little bit of prodding around, I found out that they were there to celebrate a birthday. They figured that they’d hook up the birthday boy, having hit eighteen at last. I could already kind of see the flaw in that plan; his friends were clearly in their comfort zone in club. Him? Not so much. He put on a brave face until they weren’t around him anymore, and you could see he’d rather be anywhere but. If I’ve seen anything, it’s not the kind of attitude that will get a guy girls in such a proactive place.
He was a bit of cutie, tall and dark haired, and a little bit on the lanky side. If he had glasses, he’d have a nerdy appeal. Whilst his friends were more or less picking up dance partners left, right, and centre, whilst they had left him in his little corner, which was a bit of dick move if you asked me. Feeling a bit sympathetic, I thought I’d go and get him out of his shell a little. He was pretty amazed that someone came up to him and asked him to dance with me with a wink.