One last dance

Just one last dance. Then I will get lost in the crowd and you won’t follow me. Bodies are very close in this little space, moving at the rhythm of the music that is very loud. “It’s very hot here” you told me taking my hair off my face and looking at the kissing couple behind us. I smiled. By then I didn’t even know your name. 20 minutes and I had to go home.

Do you want to drink?   No thanks I have to drive.  White lie, I don’t even know how to drive. I have learnt on my skin what truth can bring to you. So now I’m the greatest liar on the earth.

Let’s go into the dancing crowd   Yeah, that’s what I want. Dance. That’s another lesson I’ve learnt. Never overdrink and dance at the same time. Especially if you have to go home with people who can tell your parents how do you really behave.  So one at time, maybe a beer but no more. “Stay safe” is the only rule I keep repeating in my head like a mantra. I take your hand and go into the dancing crowd. I love that song. I smile at you and we start dancing. You get closer, you put your hand on my waist. I’m not bothered by your touch, you have nice warm hands. The DJ is putting on some good music and we are getting closer and closer. Maybe I have fallen asleep for a second because suddenly I find my lips against yours. Damn it, I miss it again. The moment when two people decide that kissing is a good thing to do. It may happen for many reason. Because of a lost bet, because of a game, because of the nice environment you are in, because of love. I have kissed people for all the previous reasons, except  the last one.

I like you   Damn it, really? I give a look at my clock. Oh c’mon, you’ve just met me 15 minutes ago. And I have to leave in 5. Ok well, I’m having fun so maybe I’ll stay 10 minutes more.  Big mistake, he goes with THAT question. No, I’m not going to your home and you are not going to come back home with me. I know I’m kissing a stranger in a disco but I’m a lady after all, have all the men on the earth forgotten it? We keep dancing until it’s my time to go.

Don’t go, please I like you, kissing you   Eh grazie al cavolo, so na gnocca  della Madonna. Sorry, I needed to let speak the Italian in me. C’mon let me go, my uncles are going to hate me and leave me here and I don’t have aby transport to go back home by my own. Thanks Quetzal, my aunt have found me. Sorry guy, this was our last dance. One last kiss and I get lost in the crowd. You cannot follow me.