WHY ME?

After 15 seconds, we were inside the Ultimate Level of My Addiction. The music was live enough to make anyone want to dance. Even me, who’s known to be a stick in the mud, couldn’t help but bop my head to the beat. Maria was just letting herself go loose, dancing her way to an empty table with me following her. The dance floor was a giant circle. About 20 black square tables were around the dance floor separated by a guard rail and each tables had four leather chairs. Bars were at each corner of the room. Maria and I were amazed as we were not expecting this type of atmosphere. We had literally walked in the Utopia of all clubs. The name addiction suited that club properly. The people seemed like they were in trance as they lost themselves to the vibe in the club environment. As we reached the empty table, we just started scoping the place looking at the people. We were nonchalant as we sat down at our table, only bobbing our heads to the various sounds blasting out of the speakers. It didn’t take 2 minutes before a young man came to our table sitting next to Maria. I couldn’t make out what was being said, but I saw my sister giggling and smiling to the man whispering in her ear. Finally he got up, smiling at me and walked off to the bar. The man came back with two rum & cokes and a friend. The drinks were given to us while the friend sat next to me. I looked at Maria interacting with the other guy, in the same manner as she had done earlier. He was very handsome. I took a look at the friend and he was not as good looking, just ok looking. Both of them Caucasian, the one with Maria was smooth and sensual in his way of talking. I couldn’t hear from where I was sitting, but I could tell he was saying all the right thing the way his lips curled when he smiled and the way Maria hung on to that conversation. His body language showed dominance while his friend seemed goofy and had yet to say anything to me. He just sat there being a spectator to the mating dance between the Alpha and the Temptress. I looked at him disappointed. I took my drink and looked at the dance floor. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw Maria’s beau motioning for his friend to engage me. I thought that maybe I’d start getting the same treatment as my sister. Even if it seemed that he was not interested at first. So I straightened up waiting to be wooed. The man moved in closer and shouted, “Hey!” Nodding with a forced smile, I mouthed, “Hey…” “You come here often?” Really? The best he could do was You come here often? TONIGHT IS THE CLUB’S GRAND OPENING! I didn’t even want to be approached anyway. Perplexed and confused dressed my face as I looked at Maria who was not paying attention, so I engaged my suitor. I shouted over the music, “The place just opened today.” “Right!” The guy looked down in defeat and that was the end of that conversation for me. I went back to looking at the dance floor. In the meantime, the defeated young man realized that there was no way he could turn his luck around. He shrugged at his friend and walked away. His friend called out to him and then went after him. Maria tried to keep him around, but couldn’t as his mind was already made. As he walked away, Maria looked at me, with an angry look. From across the table, she shouted, “Stupida! That was our drinks that you managed to chase out of here! Try to be cool!” Her anger saddened me. Why didn’t she ask me what happened? Why did I have to be stupid? I didn’t want to be hearing any more insults coming my way. I guessed that I had to be nicer with the next one. Another gentleman came along talking to Maria, but by himself this time. Two more drinks came along, but this time, Maria got fed up with the man as he lacked the swag the other suitor possessed. Some time went by, more drinks came along and we managed to loosen up and were more interested in having fun with one another, something that I desired to experience with my older sister for a long time. Like little girls, we were giggling and laughing at everyone walking around the club, making fun of the way they danced or the way they were dressed. And if we were not making fun of people, like judges at a competition, we would look for the best looking man in the place, Maria imagining how big certain body parts are and me laughing at her comments. The only disadvantage was that all form of communication required for us to shout at one another to understand what was being said.