That Kiss

Media Night at the neighbourhood bar means an added excuse to drown out the mid week drudgery...so there i was, ready to drink and make merry! Bursting at the seams, strangely bombarded with a huge foreign crowd (highely unusual, whatever happened to the chic loungey places they hang out in, anyways) and an influx of teeny boppers...Boy, oh boy whats happening to this place. If not for an almost empty wallet and the pull of 1+1 booze, i would've left then and there. The bad start wasn't a sign of things to come though. Coz the evening that progressed into late night...went from worse, to bad, to good and finally better - yes in reverse order!
Armed with a vodka and surrounded by some old friends and some new acquaintances, i made my way through the endless sea of people. The best thing about this bar is that you don't have to be the best dressed, or the richest or the suavest person but you'll still find lotssa smiling faces and you'll never be alone, even if you go there alone, you always find someone you know. So post some headbanging sessions on some oldie goldie rock and a couple of vodka's, bacardi's and marlboro's later...i was a little tipsy. Not drunk i say but tipsy! The fun kindaa high.
Edged onto the dance floor by the crowd around me, i landed in the arms of possibly the most enigmatic and charming man i've ever met. And oh those baby blue eyes...well then followed some intro's and as profound a conversation that one can have in a noisy bar. Sometime over the course of the night after that, his hand landed on the small of my back. It didn't feel wierd, not that i do this on a regular basis. It stayed put there, even when i said buh-bye to my friends, even when i stubbed out my last ciggie and downed the last drop of some divine bacchus.
Finally stepped out of the joint, walking back to the car (this is the best part you know, when u're drunk enough to be swaying and then u gotta make the long trudge to ur car) there's a slight chill in the wind and stop! He stops. I stop. He pulls my arm, turns me around and kisses me. Not a friendly peck, not a drunk sloppy kiss, not even a frenchie...but just a kiss. The kinds that will make your knees go weak and send tingles down to the core of your being. Yes that one. I don't know how long it lasted, i don't even know when it ended...none of us spoke a word after that. He drove me home and that was it, not sure if i'll ever see him again.
But it was that kiss...the kinds you never forget!

xoxo