Only Girl in the World – TBT 04.19.11
It’s because he told you he’s so glad he’s out with you tonight. Otherwise, someone else would snatch you up for sure. The two of you are in the middle of a deep conversation about the playoffs when out of nowhere he interrupts himself and reminds the both of you of how pretty you are. You crack a joke about how he’s acting like a scrub on 5th and Market but believe him when he says you’re so fun to hang out with, because well, it’s true.
It’s a nice night in the city. You’re walking through the Tenderloin now and he’s holding your hand every step and catcall of the way – how romantical. You’re working the Ru-Paul outta those four-inch stilettos and even the ladies notice, “Ooh girl those are cute where’d you get ’em?” The dudes notice something else, “Yeah, I’d keep her close too if I were you.” Regardless of who the two of you walk by though, they all agree on one thing, “Aw you two look beautiful together.” And you believe them, because well, it’s true.
It’s a little past 11 now and after walking through the ghetto you’re finally at the club and he holds your hand as he leads the way towards the bar. The bartender winks at you and you order two drinks. You see your friends and take pictures as they initiate your date and take turns giving the both of you goofy, lapdances in the VIP area. He has no idea what to do, so he grabs you the next chance he gets and kisses you. The rest of the night consists of more of that along with talking, hugging, laughing, drinking, and dancing. As he’s carrying you to the parking lot (because those four-inch stilettos ain’t no joke!) he stops to kiss you (again), and says, “Damn, I had too much fun with you tonight.” And of course you believe him, because duh, it’s true.
It’s nearly 3am and you have no recollection of the ride back home but are just glad you’re home with him. You’re sharing the same set of pajamas, cute. And in this case, forking lead to spooning. You roll over onto your back and he’s caressing your cheek. Hard to imagine how the same hands that just pulled your hair and slapped your ass can me so gentle while touching your face. He just just snuck his chin over your shoulder, and it’s like a puzzle piece. You swear the two of you fit together perfectly. So perfectly you swear his chin was made JUST for your shoulder. And nobody else’s. As if you were the only girl in the world.
But you’re not. And that’s true too.