We catch each other’s eyes from across the room and smile at each other. The chemistry is instant. You’re wearing a green backless dress that is rather form fitting. We are introduced by our mutual friend, we start off with small talk. The usual, where are you from, what do you do, how do you know so-and-so. We part ways and throughout the night keep catching each other’s eyes. It’s well into the reception and I work up the courage to ask you to dance. The band is playing some Motown song and I break out my best moves. My hand is on your waist and I spin you out and bring you back in. I misjudge the speed in which you are coming back toward me and you hit me harder than imagined. My hand and forearm stretch up your back to steady us both and your muscles tighten. I say, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to slam into you so hard”, you look at me and bite your lip slightly and say, “Wait until I ask you too next time” and you curl the corner of your mouth up and walk off. Leaving me with an erection