Flirt

Driving home from work yesterday i'm tuned to 88.2 drowning in the tunes of R.Kelly's latest venture.."I'm a flirt" this guy's a muscial genius period!

This got me reminiscing bout the days we'd club on a regular...

The scene: Ange sunday nite...walk in solo..checkout the crowd..packed..(wonder wat kind of line of work these chaps are in!..i was on leave at the time)head straight for the bar n order maself a jack daniels on the rocks. I spot a cousin of mine..he assures me how he's calling in sick t'moro and we settle down do some kb. As i scan the crowd..gyrating bodies, couples in dark corners all over eachother like extras in a snoop video..and suddenly

i notice this fly young chic(of pouty lips, doe eyes)..but something was just not right! she was seated next to wat luked like a 'top management multinational corporate' type the kind that imagines a pretty gal as an accessory to all he's got..but damn she looked BORED! (i mean why on earth do you take someone to the club and just sit, drink and stare at all them party animals do their thing)

I decided to make my nite interesting and flirt with her from across the bar...managed to get her number...(she happenned to know a friend of mine who was in club too) With her number in hand i send her a quick sms...the vibrator on her fone startles her out of her thoughts...she reads the msg puzzled who the author is..scans the crowd and lands straight into my stare..makes a quick side glace at mr management who seems to be in his own world, looks back and gives me this cheeky conspiratory smile..that was the beginning..

He steps off to the loo and i head in her direction, a quicky introduction went down, she tells me how shes in club with her friends but the've scattered all over the place..Mr management walks back in...im introduced as her cousin(well for the nite atleast)..he offers a drink.."i'll have a JD on the rocks plse"..say ma goodbyes n head back to the bar..

After a while she walks up and says can we dance...we hit the floor, mingle with all those hot sweaty bodies..get lost in the trance..do the shuffle..Mr management's not looking happy..she wispers into ma ear how she's just gotta find a way of leaving without him..well who i'm i to say no...plot a quick exit strategy and head for the parking lot..

10 mins later out of the club she comes running...and we're out...(i'll leave the rest to yo imagination..) and no wat yo thinking didn't happen..

Damn i notice ive been daydreaming a jam piled up behind me and this pot-bellied trafic cop walking towards me waving a finger! i snap back into reality..mumble my apologies to him with a background noise of blaring horns and i'm off...