I believe in God and in heaven but not hell.
I believe in material things.
I don't believe in time travel and i don't believe a nation's flag is on the moon.
What do you believe in?
You must believe in something.

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Games We Play

My feet hurt. It was dark, stuffy and way too loud. Tefa was a few feet away, some guy was chatting her up and from the looks of it, it was going pretty well. I was on the floor, my back on the wall, typing smiling into my blackberry. To everyone else, I was probably having a good convo with someone, possibly a guy. But he wasn't everyone else.
'HE' was right across the room,tall and oh so beautiful, staring at me and waiting for my head to rise up. And I was blushing into my phone because I had nowhere else to look.
We'd played this eye contact game for weeks. I didn't know his name but I was pretty sure he knew mine, and every time we met, I felt chemistry so shocking I'm sure he must have felt it too. 

I finally rose my head up, he smiled. He had a cute smile. I began to think of all the unmentionable things I'd do to him behind closed doors.
He took a few steps towards me, then stopped. He was shy, I hate shyness in guys, but it only seemed to increase his appeal. He took a couple more steps
My friend lola jumped right in front of me, cutting of my view. I smiled weakly and tried not to let my annoyance show. 
'Hey', I turned my face up to her, but my eyes lingered on his face for a few seconds. She glanced back to see what I was looking at and saw him. A brief look of understanding passed through her face. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards us.
'Jim, this my friend Vanessa'
'Nessa, this is my friend Jim'
We smiled at each other.
'Excuse me', lola said, 'I'll be right back'.
She ran off to hug someone else, leaving us in noisy silence.
He slid down to the floor next to me. 'Nessa.....' I liked the way my name rolled off his tongue. He took my hands and began playing with them, and for the next 30 minutes, I watched him flex my fingers, clap my hands and mold them with his. The silence prevailed but it was a comfortable one, no words needed to be spoken.
He stood up, took my hands and led me to the dance-floor. I don't dance, but for him, I'd be flipping Beyonce if he wanted. 

          (This actually happened :| All names except mine where changed ... To be continued... Bleh!)