Dancing on Me!! by Merle Rutledge Jr
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Dancing on Me!! by Merle Rutledge
Damn its late!!! "Is this where you want me to drop you off man" says the Cab Driver. "Yeah, this is my spot" says Mack.. "How much do I owe you." "Your money ain't no good. You treat me right already enough, so just have a good time," states the cab driver. Mack gets out the car. Their is a line outside the club going around the block. Mack walks up to the front door. He tries to attempt to get his i.d out, but the club security says "You straight." Mack gives a smile and walks through the door; as others in the line question and wonder who he is; because of the respect from the door. Mack walks directly in and goes straight to the bar that's crowded. People in the club look up with automatic respect and move out of his way. His bartender sees the nod from Mack and begins to make his drink. Mack screens the room for new comers as well as old acquaintances. Its nothing but all love. He looks back at the bar. The drink is already made as he takes a sip. "Um this is what im talking about, as Mack shows his compliments for the well prepared mixed drink. Mack scans the room again as he see's the ladies checking him out once again. Some that has just walked in and others already stationed in the club. Mack puts the drink down in a safe location at the bar, for only his bartender to make sure it's secure. He heads over to the restroom and the attendant in the restroom; has his black and mild already prepared. Mack tips him for making sure his cigar is waiting only for him. The bathroom attendant states gratitude at Mack generousity in making sure he is taking care of, and makes sure the tip compliments his sincerity." As Mack begins to leave the restroom; The attendant stops him before he can walk back into the club, and states to Mack, "Are you ready for what you are about to walk into." Mack with confidence states, "Never Scared." Mack begins taking the plastic off the black and mild as he walks out of the restroom; his drink is in the same place and as full as he left it, at the bar. Mack picks it back up as ladies at the bar; get more of a glimpse of him, as he takes a sip of his drink. He begins to walk away from the bar; to the outside patio of the club. Ladies begin to turn their neck over and over again as Mack passes. "Boom!" someone walks into him. Its completely by accident. This woman dress so classy, and looks up and just says i'm sorry "are you ok." Mack than takes a second look at her. She is newcomer and unaware of his reputation. Mack can tell from the look in her eyes that she was just very down to earth; polite, respectful, and very sexy. Mack position or status to her was unimportant; it was what she would do for anyone that she felt may have been inconvenience by her. Mack status being irrelevant, and definitely a turn on to someone that has had a lot of success in those that has been opposite of his lust. The lady after apologizing goes back to her friends; and Mack could tell that her character was definitely validated by her friend's responses. A ole timer like Mack recognizes the individual and also the reception to others that are unknown to him; but best acquaintances to others. Mack mind began to wonder on whom this woman was. A sexy smile, a classy outfit that worked her curvers with discretion; and a vibe that says; work for me and find out the true person, and if lucky will find out the freak. A combination of discriptive gifts from a woman that Mack has open over and over again. Click, Click, Click as he feels the right numbers unlocking his mind as blood pumped to his heart. The stubborness would cost Mack some time in getting to know. She went on the dance floor alone; and others wouldnt bother to approach. Maybe it was the same reason why Mack didnt approach. She was constantly smiling, but being left alone by her presence. A woman that you didnt have to worry about whether she with you or not. The comfort of the way she carried herself kept lesser one's of her prescence intimidated. Mack begins to sip once again from his drink; and right after take a puff from the black. He hears people speaking but his mind has been condition to see what he needed and not just what he wanted. The surprising part was just a conversation, while others imagine fucking. I would wonder if she could tell whether I wanted her body or her mind. I have grown so much to know what the outcome would be from effort that was tainted; compared to effort with the full weight of emotions on to my shoulders. It was his burden. As this woman tries to get her friends to enjoy themselves; her happiness was not selfish, but generous. She begins to scan the room as if she was Mack. She see's Mack looking at only her. No one else. Just her. She can tell that he is interested. Mack was wondering even at that time was he being the same like others who wanted to fuck, or was being given a chance to prove that he was unlike "others," sick as a dog was Mack and was hoping she was his second chance, as good health; or was Mack being treated as himself in representation of himself. He wanted her; but didnt want to rush the setting. He wanted the setting to flow in the way it was meant; and not by deception. He had been down this path before. The path of limited discussion, than fucking, and in the end, it was really nothing. After a while, anyone becomes tired of that same routine. It was time for change, but also men recognize a good woman; like a good woman recognizes a good man. It isnt about what he has, but what he gives to you to make you happy. All Mack wanted to do to this woman stranger was to make her happy; make her know him and not his past; but the end is a different conclusion from star cross past. I continue to look at her. Each smile takes the comfort of being there and not just a fling, but being there as someone that is glad to see her have a good time. Maybe I'm changing, but I want more than what I've been getting. The opposite of my ego is becoming a turn on. She has taken my mind; by her actions because I have yet to speak to her. Our eyes has control the conversation; but where is our minds. I wonder if she is their because of the way I look, or is she wondering about when I will speak to her directly. Its so much confusion, and I dont know what to do or what to expect. Im beginning to feel the turn on. How would ladies that im use to handle me wanted to get to know them; be more than a just a fuck! and acceptable to be just a friend with a open ear. I wanted her best interest instead of only having mines as priority. How could this woman do this to me without ever saying a word. I found karma was my solemate. What I did from the time frame of getting out the cab and into the door; was the same that she could do after I walked in; without the cab or the fame at the door. She took it all away from me at the time I paid attention. It was so shocking at how many others I forgot. This was the woman to make me remember. I couldnt walk pass without turning my neck to look back. Her eyes had me. Her body had me. Why didnt I speak as of yet!!!! Even if I did, at the time in my life; I just wasn't fully ready yet. But if I was, than I would have spoke, but I felt she was so special to the point; at the time I saw her, I owed her a raincheck. Maybe we will both leave and be dissapointed; and think about what it could have been. In the end, we both know for some odd reason; we will meet again. Never a word, but attention to detail. Even at this time of night; I still think about her and only wishes whether with me or someone else; to be well. I could tell at the end of the night she was going home alone. I know just like her; we both could have a bootycall waiting for us as we got home. I rather not today, but she already blew my mind in her own special way. I'm already satisfied because I know even if we spoke; it wouldnt be another way. We probably would have talked on the phone until we went to sleep; just to say we got back home ok. Out of respect I rather go home alone; if things are mutual in the future; than we will meet up once again "on our own." You can never force your feelings at the time; but I can always smile if I play that night in rewind!!
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