I was out partying with my girlfriends at the most popular club these days. It was packed: hundreds of people, loud electronic music and a lot of smoke. One couldn't see that much. Still, I found him.
Him is this cute (but not-out-of-the-ordinary) guy that I've been spotting for a couple of months now. Everytime me and my friends go out, I won't stop looking for him. If he's not there I might as well go home. He just brings the best out of me: I laugh harder, dance better and smile sexier when he's around.
We have never met in real life (and by real life I mean outside of a night club) but this was about the 10th time I saw him. By now, I'm pretty sure he knows I'm silently after him. I just cannot take my eyes off of him.
Since the first time I saw him and every time since then, I've been imagining our encounter. We would run into each other without realizing the other one was in front of us until we were already too close. I would give him my gorgeus smile and he would look me in the eyes so deeply that it will be enough. Love would instantly hit us.
So, that's the reason I go to the badroom as often as I can. And in my way back I take the longest path possible so I could contribute to faith a little bit and give it a better chance. Each time, I walk slowly, trying to find him in the crowd to go subly in his direction.
I went to the badroom about 20 times that night. I got nothing.
The night is over, my sweet perfect crush. I'll see you again next friday. And I secretly hope that, again, we still don't run into each other.
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