I remember seeing her from across the room earlier tonight. She looked so sad and lost. There was something about her, something untouchable but a desire to be held. She say there in the cut, lost in the shadows, barely noticable but I couldn’t turn away. I’m not a play or pimp or anything like that, I’m shy when it comes to women, but I felt like making her laugh. I didn’t really want to try to get her number, let alone take her back to my bed. I drank to rset of my root beer, I hate liquor and I was the designated driver, got up slow and started feeling the nervousness. When I got to her she didn’t even move or recognize my existance so I sat down slowly keeping my eyes on her and motioned the waitress over and ordered some drinks for us. The drinks show up like two minutes later, she and I hadn’t even said hello. I thanked the waitress and told the lady my name and if she felt like sharing I’d be here for as long as she needs.

She rocked over, looked me in the eye and said fuck off. I raised an eyebrow and just sat there watchin her. She rolled her eyes and told me things like, “leave her alone”, “I’m not fuckin you”, and “Fuck, leave me.” I just sat there sippin my drink, truthfully I couldn’t move, I was too afraid of a scene being made. Then she said,”I’m hurtin, you wanna help.” I said yes and she explained how everyone she loved left her one way or the other. She just lost the love of her life yesterday and she didn’t wanna be alone tonight, but she didn’t want to let anyone near. I couldn’t say something gentle or supportive cause I couldn’t think, I told her to grow up, nothin last forever, not even love, and if this has been the first time you lost a love that means you’ve loved before so move on. I changed th subject and started telling stories of my life, making jokes, and making her hurt her stomach from laughter. I was told if a woman laughs at you this hard then you’s a friend and ain’t never gonna be nothin else, but I didn’t mind, I just wanted to help her.

I was almost three in the morning and I realized my boys were gone, I got nervous and ran outside checkin my pockets for keys. When I got there I saw the Denali and realized they had left me for another party. I swear, they are my brothas but fuck them sometimes, but I figured they should be cool, all three of em are like six plus feet tall weighing like two plus hundred pounds, ain’t neither one of them finna get their asses kicked tonight. I was about to turn around and head back into the club til I saw her in my shadow, standing there, weight shifted to her right with a look of what the fuck on her face, I explained to her my boys ditched me. She smiled and laughed. I didn’t realized how tall she was or how fine she was, she looked like Esther Braxter, with my leg, and a darker complextion. Watching her then made me kick myself for making her laugh. She called me Showty and I called her She Hulk, then more laughs. She said she loves a man the can make her laugh, I blushed and asked if she needed a ride. I unlocked the Denali, she followed and explained her gurls had laughed a while back with three ex-football, basketball playa type brothas, I laughed, explain my boys desprictions and she said it was them, we laughed pulling out into the night.