The music in the club is deafening
You can barely say hi to the person next to you
The dance floor is full
Everyone except you is dancing to the beat.
You are seated at a deserted seat near the counter
Gobbling your “moon walker” quickly
Squinting your eyes to put up with the bitter taste
That the liquor has brought with it.
It has been a long day, looking for a job
For you haven’t had any since you left campus
Five years of unemployment
And nothing, nothing and absolutely nothing but unemployment.
There she is
A beautiful and elegantly dressed lady
Her black hair dropping over her shoulders
While the shape of her body nearly making you go blind.
She walks in with a walking style that depict class
Places her curvaceous arse on the stool
Places her handbag on her lap
And checks her large smartphone.
Just by looking at the bartender
He responds swiftly like a teleporter
With a look saying “Your wish is my command Mademoiselle”
Then turns her head to survey the place.
You have totally forgotten about your drink
Your jaw has slightly dropped
Your eyes meet then she looks away
Pulling her stray hair to the back.
You can’t master the courage to even wave
The worn out suit that you have worn for three days now
Starts giving you an uncomfortable feeling
Approach anxiety cripples you
Like a gentleman
You know you should buy her a drink
Introduce yourself to her as one of the most successful guys
But you know you are 50 Bob between you and starvation.
So you stare from a far
She starts feeling uncomfortable as if you are watching her
Giving you fierce looks and facial expressions
Hoping that you will mind your own business
A guy with tight jeans approaches her
Sits next to her and engages her into a conversation
You can clearly tell yourself he is not that attractive
Just to justify yourself
She starts laughing at his jokes
He buys her another drink
She holds his hand and hugs him occasionally
All you can imagine is how all that could have been you and her.
You blame the economy for lacking any job
You blame yourself for not studying harder
You blame the liquor for lying to you that she is beautiful
And ‘gulp’ you sip your bitter liquor.