the secret code of handsqueezing

It’s five in the morning. I ended up going out with two people from work, one of which I don’t usually hang out with. After a couple of gin & tonics we were joined by yet another guy they work with whom I’ve met a couple of times before, a tall and blond guy with curly hair and a bit of an australian accent, and his friend, who had a nerdy/cute look going on.

So we find a club and go dancing, dancing, dancing, and it feels so good! Letting out all my frustration on the dance floor kind of. At one point me and Curly ar walking through the crowd and ah he’s leading the way he offers me his hands and which is not an uncommon thing to do when you don’t want to get separated, but he squeezes my hands so tight*. For some reason I squeeze his back as if my life’s depending on us getting back on the dance floor together. And there’s something about squeezing people’s hands in crowded clubs. There must be something psychological there, because you build up some sort of… I don’t really know… energy maybe?

Anyways, later on, when I find him alone in the crowd and we’re looking for our friends he gently strokes my back, almost as if by accident. And that’s the fucking universal sign (in a club) that someone really wants to make out with you! So I crane my neck to see if I can see any of our friends, and when I can’t I lean in to him and shout in his ear: “Curly, do you want a kiss?” And after an initial minor shock and a “wha?” he looks down on a spot beside me and says “Yes, please.” His curly hair is like a curtain, but I do give him a very, very sweet kiss. Kind of innocent but juicy at the same time, and it just tastes… so good! He says something about one not being enough but by then I can spot one of the others and I just give him a laugh and walk over to her as she seems to be looking for us. And that’t it.

That’s all I need to redeem my confidence. We spend the rest of the night dancing with our friends and generally having a blast, but without any more kisses or indications of the one we already shared.

 

*and let me tell you, just as I’m writing “…squeezes my hands so tight” I get a facebook message from Curly. He wants to know my number and thanks me for a lovely evening “…and that one kiss was nice”. I give it to him before I go to sleep.

I am so back in the game.