I like to dance. I figured if I was going to find love it would be perhaps at a rave where someone who also likes to dance. I bought tickets to the Gareth Emery show (vip…..was the only one left) on Friday night. The rave was from 9:00pm to 2:00am and I had a 8-mile run at 10:00 am the next morning but I was like fuck it. I went solo.
This was the scene when I first entered on the rooftop above. It looked pretty cool and what I’m used too. I wondered if I would find someone my age around here. Quickly, I went into my classic drinks of vodka cranberry and went to check out the venue. I wanted to be in the front and dance with the rest of the chaotic folk still willing to blast their ears next to the speaker.
It’s kind of stupid but I have realized in the club if I want a woman’s attention I tend to just poke them, say something I like about them that attracted me to her, and introduce myself.
There was one woman in fishnets and a pretty raver outfit, had glitter covering her eyes and she was having fun with her hair flowing back and forth. She had a beautiful smile.
Her name was Lila. We start dancing and talking while waiting for the big show to happen. As I was dancing she indicated to me to bring my hands up to the front fence of the stage
So we can hang out. We talk about our jobs and what we do. She told me she was a “broke ass bitch” she lives with her mom in Wisconsin. It was kind of funny how open she was. I loved her smile.
I asked if she wanted to get a drink with me and we left to the bar together. Her drink was a rum and coke. I asked her age. She was 34. I was immediately attracted. Someone also in their 30s going out to a rave :). We took our drinks and was headed back to the front. She was leading the way and she took my hand.
I was mezmeorized by her outfit. I didn’t really see her from behind and the way she walked but as we went through the crowd and I felt safe with her leading the way. I was hooked. Her back looked amazing.
When we made it the front we started dancing. We were nervous but I could tell we wanted to dance together. She was pressed up against the fence and I pushed my hips up against hers. She pushed back. My arms quickly went around her stomach. I could smell the shampoo in hair, her scent, and I put my nose into her neck.
I was happy, I felt comfortable, we found each other. Quickly our bodies thrusted to the beat. Finding rythm between us. I wanted her and she wanted me. I turned her around and our eyes locked. I went in to kiss her. She responded.
Our tongues met instantly and it felt like a dance. I could feel us exploring who we are, our personalities, everything and we didn’t need to say a word to each other. Our faces departed and eyes met once again. I wanted her.
I pulled the bows on her fishnet closer to me. She could tell I was turned on. I wasn’t embarrassed. We danced and made out for an hour. Before the show we talked, I told her I like her teeth. She said her bottom row is crooked and I told her I was British. It was more attractive to me.
I made her laugh and our conversation was flirty but she knew I wanted her. We took a break from dancing to enjoy the concert. I won’t forget her.
After the show ended. I asked her if we should exchange numbers.
She told me: “I live in Wisconsin now”.
She saw how sad I was. I was disheartened. None of it mattered and she knew that all I wanted to do was be with her. I felt safe and warm.
She came up to me and kissed me long. Our tongues made the dance I craved so badly. This was the last time we were going to kiss. She wanted me to remember her and I did. I felt at home with her.
This is a moment I know is something I have to embrace. I liked her. I wanted her to feel safe with me and that night I wanted to cuddle her. These moments are happening more in life as I try to find my personality. Sex will came later in a relationship. I realize now what it’s going to take to find love and how to recognize it when it happens.
