cinderella steve

So, once upon a time…

We met at a party. He came as the guest of his roommate and when he walked in all tall dark and handsome, I amped up the flirt. We left the party together, headed to a dance club. Things heated up. But somewhere between the coat check and the street, we got separated in the mass exodus of club goers. He had disappeared without a trace. I was perplexed.

I mean, even Cinderella was kind enough to leave behind a shoe. Couldn’t he have at least spared his phone number? I waited the appropriate number of days before asking about him. He never tried to contact me.

And then last night, at a different club in a different part of town, over a year later, there he was. Cinderella Steve. We moved in different circles for most of the night, watching out of corners of eyes, doing the Bar and Lounge Mating Dance. He not-so casually bumped into me and next thing you know, we were shooting Kamikazes.

You know, the stuff fairy tales are made of.

Several shots later, his hand resting on my elbow, he brought up our first meeting.

H: Mmm hmm… you mean when you disappeared?
CS: I did?
H: Yes. I asked your roommate about you. He said you weren’t interested.
CS: WHAT?! He told me to back off because HE liked you!
H: Yeah, I sorta figured he did, but…
CS: Wait, you asked about me?
H: Yes. I mean, I wondered what happened.
CS: I didn’t know you cared at all.
H: I did. Back then.
CS: But now?

He leaned in before I could answer.

CS: I want to kiss you. Really badly.
H: That’d be pretty bold.
CS: Are you playing games with me? God, you smell really good.
H: No. No games. Let’s go to the dance floor.

And we did.

So, twice upon a time, Cinderella Steve and I steamed up a crowded dance floor. Only this time, he left with my phone number.

And he called.