The Spontaneous Hookup in the Bathroom of a Party that Blew My Mind
I didn’t even know his last name...
I remember it like it was yesterday, the AirBnB we rented full of close friends, everyone bouncing from room to room as we had the entire place to ourselves. Jonathan was an overly sweet guy I’d just recently met a few nights prior, us hitting it off well before hanging out a few times with our circle of mutuals, then finally ending up at the party where it would all go down.
The refraction from Heineken beer bottles stood out among the dull, brown, amber rays beaming from the glass bottles of other sorts. People were gathering, laughing, and then I saw him through the crowd.
It was a lively event, and all my close friends were there. There was Don, Zach, Chelsea, the whole local gang, and everyone was enjoying their brews with a few people smoking weed in the backyard.
I’d met him through friends of friends and briefly managed to exchange numbers with him when we were out at dinner. We texted a few times, but we didn’t get far, so to speak, all of our flirtations remaining unspoken.
There was a tension you could cut with a knife. Ever have that chemistry that just happens, where both parties know it in their stomachs, but neither person says a word about it, you each just both feel it? Yeah, that.
What was odd about the party is for some reason, no one put on any music, it was more of a gathering of people, the various side-conversations unfolding in each room, as we all made our way in and out of the rooms of the house. We all spent the night hanging out, laughing, and intermingling, but I kept my eyes on him.
He was cute, shy, and emotionally hidden in the way that makes a girl want to sink her claws into him, know what I mean?
Still, he managed to communicate everything through his eyes. I could see the way he stared at me, how we locked eyes, his piercing stare, and a friendly smile made for a deadly combo that made my heart flutter and the butterflies in my belly well up. I made up my mind about halfway through the night, I wanted to find out what he tasted like. I wanted all of him.
I had to make sure, so I took every chance I had to make my presence known. I wanted him to feel my vibes in his vicinity as I weaved through the crowded bodies of the party.