I went out dancing with a bunch of guy friends the other day.
As the token lady, I took it up on myself to make sure everyone had fun.
The tallest one, a med student, needed the most attention, so I gave him a prep speech, told him he was worth it, spotted a hot lonely brunette, and we went in for the kill.
From our faces, she could tell that we were up to something suspicious, and so she gestured to her friend – a tall, dark-haired mec.
“I’ll distract him, you distract her!”
I shouted above the music, and we each made our moves.
It was easy to slide over to the handsome homme and introduce myself….“salut”
…My buddy, on the other hand, lurked two feet behind the brunette, giving off a creepy vibe that freaked us all out.
-Take Two-
We tried a different chick, another thin brunette standing with her friend. I could tell they wanted attention because they kept eye flirting with guys.
(They probably don’t know about la dance d’amour)
This time we took a team approach: me casually at the front, him gradually from behind.
And of course, with his lurking creepiness, he freaked her out and she gravitated toward me.
“I think I may have a girl crush on you,” she yelled to me drunkly.
I stopped.
Noted her tiny hips tucked snugly into black pants,
her peep toe platform Jimmy Chou pumps,
the gold chain of her Chanel purse wrapped slender shoulder…
And I thought…Damn, I may have a girl crush too.



