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Friday, August 27, 2004
Losing My Mojo
At a club last weekend, out of the crowd, there was one guy that caught my eye *Handsome Blonde* (HB for short). I kept bumping into him, on the dancefloor, by the men's room, up the stairs etc... It was hard not to start conversation.
Throughout the evening, our small talks kept getting interrupted by friends. He seems to know half of the people in attendance, while I knew the other half.
Enter a tornado in the form of GoGo Dancer.
I met GoGo Dancer earlier that evening. I was very reserved in his company. In the short time we spoke, he managed to plant a quick kiss on my cheek. Talk about a big flirt! Upon meeting him again, he grabs my hands to have me feel his ripped torso. "Uhhh... very nice."
He responds by not only squeezing my ass, but also eventually turning around to face me and grab my crotch. He was a bit too aggressive. I spurned his advances. I'd have a different reaction if my motive was to get laid that night. Goodlooking, but he turned me off.
On the phone the next day with Watercolourboy: "GoGo Dancer? Oh wow. Yeah... he's goodlooking and he's got a hot body.... and he knows it!"
...back to GoGo Dancer at the club, he moves on to grind with HB who was a few steps next to me. I'm surrounded by friends, but I can see HB giving me a look that screamed "Help!" I was puzzled as being approached by a very attractive guy screaming "free lunch" doesn't seem to faze him.
So I reached for his hand and HB grabs mine. And then, I pull him away. It was a nice moment, but short-lived.
I was distracted when I got pulled for a quick introduction. Later on, my friend warns me that GoGo Dancer is in "my territory". I look towards HB to see him whispering to GoGo Dancer. I give a very confident reply, "Nah. HB will come back to me."
But he doesn't come back.
The next time I look back, HB is gone. GoGo Dancer is missing too. I put two and two together and quicky come to the conclusion that they went to a secluded part of the club. I was disappointed.
I look at my watch and I realized that I've had my fun. I'm going home.
"You're not going to wait up for HB?" asks a friend.
"No, he's not worth it."
I'm not going to flash my sex card just to get a guy's attention. I have alot more class than that. But a part of me felt I should have.
*****
Walking home, panic came to mind. Oh my god! I think I finally lost my MOJO.
Your what?
Yes, my MOJO... ala Austin Powers.
Oh. Gotcha.
This MOJO I speak of is an intangible magical essence I possess that charm people to me. Over the course of the summer, I seem to meet guys without much effort. It was intoxicating feeling like the coolest person on the planet.
Thank you O Lord for bestowing this gift upon me...
Call me superstitious, but I know it's temporary. In turn, I've been anticipating losing it. I didn't think I'd lose my MOJO this soon. My summer still has a month left. Aw.
The next night, I went out to another club. Big sigh of relief. I still have my MOJO afterall.
*****
Earlier this week, I ran into HB on the street. What a coincidence, huh? So we talk briefly. He opens his wallet taking out a small piece of paper. He wrote his phone number at the back of the club card we were at. He says he was waiting for the opportunity to give it to me.
"I was looking for you. You left without saying goodbye." says HB.
"No, you left without saying goodbye." I say.
HB is even more handsome in daylight. I give him a quick pat in the back, and head away.
Still got my MOJO.
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