It still shocks me how I end up being pressed up against the bathroom door at the club almost every time I go. Maybe it isn't as shocking as I think… especially since I come onto the first somewhat decent-looking man I see.
Am I desperate? Probably.
Tonight at the club, I was just dancing with my girls as I usually started out the night. I was wearing a pink top with a jean skirt, already a few drinks down, when I saw a handsome man standing off to the side, a beer in hand, watching everyone dance.
I continued to keep my gaze on him as I danced with my girls, waiting for the moment he made eye contact with me.
When he finally made eye contact, I bit my lip, grabbing onto my friend. I turned myself around and started grinding on her, not breaking eye contact with the handsome man.
He chuckled upon seeing my teasing as my friend grabbed onto my hips while we danced.
It didn't take long for my friend to get tired and decide to get another drink. That’s when my confidence rose, and I wal
