The Night Out

Too many frustrations and way too stressed out. Need to get out and let go. House is held down. Things are taken care of. My girls are ready to roll. Got a new outfit, I look good, I smell good and soon I'll be feeling good. Standing in line, anticipation of what's inside fluttering in my stomach. Just want to have a good time. Just want to dance. Just want to leave the strife of home at home and forget my problems... If only for a few hours. Standing at the bar, lining up my shots wanting the buzz to set in quick. Music is pumping. I have to get on the floor and dance. Yelling whispers to my girls. Laughing till it hurts, makes me ignore deeper pains hiding out. Having the best time yet. Ignoring what's going on around us, just a girl's night out. Checking my hair and makeup in the mirrors that line the walls. For what, not sure. Not really feeling confident, its just a well trained routine infused into my being. Pavlov would be proud. Feeling the buzz on so many levels, the music, the lights, the shots. Feeling the heat of the dance floor radiating from others out for the night. Me and my girls enjoying the night. Not looking for anything or anyone. It's a night out...an escape for me from having to look at the same four walls. The dance floor is beginning to thin out, good time winding down. Glancing around to see whose left. And then I spot him at the edge of the floor...just watching. Not sure if it's me he's watching, but I sure don't mind watching him. And then it happens. An invite outside for a smoke for my girl from his boy. Not sure if I should flirt, play it cool, but the look of him looking at me, pulls at me. I draws me in and grabs me. Oh what a night...one I feel I won't forget.