The bar

I know anyone reading this is familiar with the gait you have to work on Friday when you know the weekend is about to be lit. There is something about an exciting weekend that boosts your mood but it’s even more spectacularly thrilling when you are about to experience something novel and outside the mundane for you.

Now, I know a lot of you are already adjusting your seat and trying to balance for gist. I am definitely ready to spill the tea but you must understand that I will only narrate this story from experiences that touched me, so, some details will of course be omitted.

That Friday was not my first time in a bar, but definitely my first time in a bar of this sort (side note: If you must find me in a bar on a Friday evening, I can bet you, it is for jazz). I had been invited by a friend of a friend for a birthday celebration and the theme was razzle-dazzle at least in my own words, basically, when Rihanna sang Shine Bright Like a diamond, she had these folks in mind or they lived up to the lyrics of that song! I was already uncomfortable with this idea of bedazzle because I have certain theories when it comes to doing the most that I will not be sharing today.

As I stepped into this club after my version of dazzle was donned, I knew I was in for an experience that would change everything. It is like that moment in movies when two lovers cross paths especially on the dance floor, the accidental bump, but this day, I was not the one finding love nor, was it the start of a love story, instead I was watching how people interacted in an environment where they can forget to fit into a box and let all the stereotypes out and it was exhilarating to watch this experience.

I saw this man dance so beautifully, throwing himself without grace or blithe, dancing for the sake of glee, no respect to dance moves nor contemporary body movements, just pure vibes. Then walked in this mesmerizing creation that looked like he was photoshopped from a magazine and thrust to be a waiter at this bar. I kid you not, this guy carries this face everyday! Of course, my friend kept drawing my attention to him and we had our brief moment of crushing.

My moment was going to come when “he” stepped in. Now let me pause here to give another background gist totally unrelated to this one. Over time, I have had people try to guess who my stories are about especially friends and acquaintances who have access to question me. I always chuckle when they do this because I can see the struggle to put the pieces together plus I also love the air of mystery but the truth is the stories are never just about one person It is often a collation of many more imprints that becomes edited. That is until “him”

This guy I met at this bar that Friday evening…

You know how you’d create a fantasy and wonder how it´d be if it came to life especially when you watch certain scenes in movies or read it in a book and wonder if you’d ever have any experience that’ll closely mirror the romance you felt. For me, my curiosity has always been about magnetism and chemistry, feeling a person’s energy from accross a room or meeting a stranger that you feel deeply connected to, where it feels like you can read each others’ thoughts without uttering a sound.

When he walked in, I was a bit carried away with my observations around the bar so I missed his entrance but that was quickly remedied when my friend introduced us. He mentioned my name and smiled and I was like huh? He sat opposite me, for a while but I felt like I could really see him beneath the ensemble. He wasn´t glittering as the rest of us. His charisma was shine enough, there was something about his stare, the way it felt like a deep soul search and an inquisition of some sort. I kept trying to pretend that I didn´t want to look at him, talk to him, be close to him…

Days and days after, I can´t forget that magic captured in time. The effervescence of his hair, his beguiling smile, his sharp gaze in his eyes, the carving of his beard, his cowboy hat, his sailor neck piece, his long legs-the way he crossed and uncrossed them, his coordination as he rolled his joint, how he perched on the couch. Yeah, I really showered my attention on him (maybe a part of me wanted to savour this memory which is why I remember it in careful details).

I eventually did all three, I looked at him, spoke with him, and stayed close to him for a large part of that evening… There is no end to this tale because I don´t know if our paths will cross again or when, but what I know is he is another woman´s man.

So this night ended with all the high, I kept thinking of this enchanting stranger and the magic pull but in the end, it made me wonder how many more experiences like this I would get and if I had been someone´s experience too without knowing.

Ah, it is moments as this that makes me openly admit what a hopeless romantic I am.

xoxo,

Dcconoisseur.