Bev being here had me thinking, why not take advantage of her being here and spend time with her, but since we arrived, she has been treating me like I don't exist. I haven't had time with her, she gives me the cold shoulder for all the times I have made an effort to talk to her.
While all I wanted was to be near her, talk to her, and feel her presence, what she did in return was go to the opposite ends of me. She uses the girls as a shield and the dancefloor as an excuse. I wanted to dance with her, nothing inappropriate, not the way she was grinding on that dude; he was having the time of his life.
Today; I am more of an observer than a participant; she is talking to some guy, and all I feel is punching the dude in the face. If it were Will he would have and probably won't be in the situation am in now. Is she serious, the way she is throwing herself at him, her laugh, did he make her laugh or is it just her reflex and the mood; he can't be that funny.
I thought we were on the same page, we had established a sort of nameless relationship and that we both liked; with no pressure of name labeling. Heck, I don't know what we are but I do enjoy her company and need her by my side when she is around, not her gallivanting and prancing around with strangers
I understand this is the first time we have met physically but does that even matter? We have been talking non-stop and I thought that counted for something because we were growing closer. I might know more about her day than her friends.
What game is she playing at? First, she doesn't tell me she is coming, or was this a surprise, Nevertheless, she doesn't give two fucks about me. I like playing games in the board room when making deals, knowing that in the end, I will become victorious; however, I don't like games with girls, they don't play fair. I like things straightforward coming to women because you never know what lies behind their beautiful pretty faces. She might have a boyfriend and take you for the ride not that it is a terrible thing because guys do it all the time but coming to me, I would rather know where stand. It is more like a girl tricking you into thinking the pregnancy is yours and the moment she gives birth and the child is born you see its true colors and realize you have been played all along.
B was giving me a headache, not that I would allow it to ruin our evening. Have you met me am a total catch, some would say. Isa tells me that all the time and she is not my mother. If I were to describe myself, not to brag but I boast, I could totally pass for a basketball player. With broad shoulders and an athletic build, that makes it impossible for people to look away, I could model for a sculpture; a combination of striking features that hint at diverse heritage, and don't forget to add my infectious smile and charisma.
I don't want to be a macho man and confront her, throw away the men she has been dancing with, and threaten them, despite my whole body and instincts are urging me to do exactly that.
It wasn't long she was running her fingers through my dark, curly hair; I will give her time and let her figure out what she wants. As time flowed by, it got me thinking. does she think she blew the chance of us being together or building something? I thought she had warmed up to me enough to have proper conversations.
I don't know how much she has consumed. We probably should have this conversation sober. Should I invite her on a date, and hang out with the two of us without the whole group lurking around? It is time to come out of my protective cocoon, find out what is meant for me and what is not, and get to see if the girl will be mine.
I had resolved my thoughts; it was official, I was going to ask her out on a date, and let her have a good time as I simmered with all these unterritorial feelings and emotional turmoil I was in. She is not like she is a second option or something, she is a very pretty, striking, bubbly girl, and every time with her is an adventure, I would like that, even though I saw myself with someone else, she is perfect for now.
We hadn't talked much this evening, and my night was coming to an end. I wanted to bid everyone goodnight and escape to my home solitude when she came back to the table with Vicky. The chance presented itself; I wanted to ask why she had been ignoring me but I held my tongue on that one.
"Hey, stranger." she doesn't answer but smiles brightly and I want to bask in its light.
"Having a good time?"
"Can't you see?" I did see.
"I see now you are here."
"Congratulations." She says this and kisses my cheek, nearing the corners of my mouth
I was taken aback, What was happening, I was coming to woe her, and now she was doing the most, or was it a simple gesture, flirtatious much? I was going to take what she was giving. I smile at her and look into her deep enchanting eyes, trying to look for something. Her eyes were speaking volumes, was she daring me? This is taunting.
My voice came out deeper and raspier than usual, "Thank you," I said, gazing deep into her inviting eyes. I wanted to kiss her glistening full lips, and she wanted me to. I was held in position though, staring at her face, our eyes were communicating, more than flimsy words could express, she was killing me.
"Bev," The spell broke. I didn't see him approach until he was there, looking up, this was a stranger. We were the only ones at the table, Will was being Will somewhere, the lovers were on the dancefloor, and so was Isa. We were having a moment; didn't he see that?
"We are leaving for another party, wanna come?"
He flatly ignored me, bruv. I did let that slide and I turned my gaze to her. Was she wiggling, uncomfortable, did she want to accompany the khaki dude?
"No thanks, nice meeting you."
"My pleasure…Until next time." Could he be gone already?
"Cool."
I guess our date is still on, all I have to do is invite her out—not right now, though, or today.
Today we going to enjoy the milestone we have accomplished.