Swish

She twirls in front of you.
You catch just enough of her face to see her huge smile.
You want to go up to her. Dance with her. Go on.
Her beautiful blue dress splashes out around her as she moves.
Hair is beautiful waves, rolling as she swishes her head to the rhythm.
You don't have to say anything to her. Just go dance with her. Go on.
She's having such a good time. You can be a part of that. She can remember you.
A man comes up to her. He is taller than you. His suit is better than yours. His hair is nice.
He whispers into her ear. Her smile fades slightly, but won't let go just yet.
He motions away. Outside. Somewhere that is not right here, dancing with friends.
She shakes her head. He leaves her.
She resumes dancing. Almost as enthusiastically as before.
He moves through the crowd of peers. To more sharply-dressed, beautiful men.
He says something to them.
The three of them look bored.
One checks his watch.
You look back at the girl. You're on her side. This is what's important. Right now. Tonight. Here.
The three handsome men leave.
The girl hasn't noticed. She is laughing because her friend is wiggling her butt like a music video.
The girl wiggles her butt too.
She turns red from laughing, expressing herself. Enjoying her life.
You can be a part of her life.
All you have to do is go up to her. Just smile with her. Laugh with her. Be yourself.
If you don't dance with her, you will remember this night, these details, for the rest of your life.
You will always regret this moment if you don't act. There's no reason not to.
Just go.

Wiggle

She wiggles when she walks.
Just a little.
Her beautiful white dress hugs her hips enough to show just a tiny, perfect wiggle when she walks. The white dress is accented with hand-painted flowers, but I hardly notice.

Her sandals wrap tightly around her ankles, hinting at bondage and other things she might enjoy. Good calves, good thighs, good legs. Good god, good legs.

She has bracelets on her left wrist. White, to match her dress. A necklace of some kind. Silver.

Her wavy hair is pulled up, but not tightly. Casually. Beautifully.
She embodies casual. Beautiful. Personifies.

I can't see her face. She's walking away from me. I follow her discretely along the shops to our left. What a beautiful little wiggle. I'm a fan.

I hope she'll turn right to go to her car, or left to enter a shop. She doesn't.

So far, the only thing I can tell from her face is that she doesn't wear those stupid huge sunglasses. I like that about her. She doesn't hide her face. She doesn't hide her wiggle. She's upfront.
She stops walking. She starts turning around. Fuck. Look busy. Keep walking. Just going to my car, which is parked over here. Walk past her. Almost brush her skin. She's throwing something away. I don't see her face. Dammit.
Keep walking. She's walking again. Behind me. Just go to a car somewhere and pretend to own it. She's going to enter one of these strip mall shops.
She doesn't.
We're away from the shops now.
Plan B. walk straight across the lot to the liquor store. She's just going to her car.
Walking. Walking.

She's going to the liquor store.
Perfect. I can go to one part of the store and casually make my way to where she is, so I can see her face.
Enter the liquor store. No I don't want to try the new cinnamon vodka. Thank you.

Make my way to the coolers in the back.
Did she enter the store?
She's still behind me!?!
I'll fix that.

Stop to look at the rum on the left of me. Ah yes. This one has a pirate on it. That one has a parrot. But what kind of a rum man am I?
She passes.

I look casually over at her. Delicious is honestly the only way to describe that wiggle now. I don't know why, but it is.
I grab the bottle of Winking Pirate Rum and slowly walk in her direction.
She slows down.
She turns to her right.
She bends down to look at the bottles on the lowest shelf.
I stay where I am for a while.
This rum I'm pretending to read sure is interesting.
She must not see what she's looking for.
She straightens back up.
She's my height. Slender. Toned.

I grab a bottle of Laughing Parrot Rum.
I'm going to have a rum party.
Makes sense.

She continues walking. Wiggling with every beautiful step.
I can't believe I still haven't seen her face.
This is ridiculous.
She makes her way to the cooler.
Maybe I can see her reflection in the glass.
I look at her reflection.
She is looking me dead in the eyes.
Fuck.
Look away too quickly for details.
Walk to the left of her.
Oh, do they have that beer that I want?
The one that goes well with the rums I have?
Hm?
My neck is hot as I open a cold door and grab a random six-pack.

I look over casually at her.
She is looking me dead in the eyes.
I smile at her.
A too-big smile without showing any teeth.
The smile that makes my lips look like earthworms.
I look back at my spirits.
Yep, they're still the ones I was holding a moment ago.
She is stunning.
Mystery solved.
Great.
I wasn't prepared for that.
Usually things balance out.
Her eyes.
Piercing.

My stupid heart is trying to give me an anxiety attack.
I want to look back over, but I can't.
I don't think she grabbed anything out of the cooler.
I turn to walk to the front of the store.

She's standing in front of me. Eyes piercing mine.
I can't look away.
She walks up to me.

“Hi.”
“Hello.” I rearrange all the items i'm holding.
“Are you going to buy all of that?”
“Yeah?”
“Why?”

I pause for a minute, crinkling up my forehead.

“I'm having a.. rum party.”

It's her turn to make a face.

“Rum party?”
“Yep.”
“What's that?”

Why is she still talking to me?

“It's just a party, except there's a lot of rum.”

She raises her eyebrow.

“And no other liquor?”
“Exactly.”
“So why do you have beer?”

God.
I think I love her.
She's doing exactly what I'd do if I caught someone following me.
Interrogation.

“I don't.”
“You don't have beer?”
“No.”
“Then what is that?”
“Oh this? This is a six-pack of rums.”

She laughs. She's more beautiful when she laughs. My heart twitches.
I decide to press my luck.

“Would you like to come to my rum party? Everyone's gonna be there. It's a very popular party.”
“Who all is going to be there?”
“Patrick Stewart, Jennifer Lopez, George Washington.”

She laughs again. Her blue eyes are so wonderful. Her lips.

“It really brings people together, huh?”
“Yes Ma'am!”
“Even dead people?”
“Especially dead people.”

She smiles.

“That sounds like something I'd be up for.”
“If you're too busy, I understand.”
“I'm not too busy.”
“I mean, it might not be your thing.”
“It sounds like my thing.”
“The rum might not even make it to the party.”
“That's ok.”
“Also...”
She smiles with her whole face.
“Yes?”
“...no one else will probably show up. It might just be the two of us.”
“Hmm.”
“I know... See?”

She smirks at me.

“Why were you following me?”
“Probably the same reason you were following me.”
“Hmm.”

She bites her lip and makes mischievous eyes. Such a pretty blue. I wish I could kiss her. Hug her. Something.
I decide to be upfront.

“I like your wiggle.”

She smiles.

“I like yours too.”

It's my turn to laugh.

“Do you like coffee?”
“No.”
“Me neither. Let's go have coffee.”
“I'd love to.”

I put down the rumbottles and follow her out the door.
Such a beautiful girl.
Such a wonderful dress. Wiggle.
Perfect.