Chapter 1: The begining of something special?

my o my 6'1 165 dreds light skin and muscular built with his timbs, white tank, loose fit jeans and a dressed button down shirt open this boy was sexy as hell i first peeped him as he enter the club but you know me i played him no attention as all of the queens were going wild over him even some of the hood hard core thugs were taking note. So as my jam came on i hopped on the dance floor and started shaking my ass and grooving to the beat and in my element as i zoned out in to la la land. I quickly came into realization as i felt a tight grip wrapped around my waist. so i continued to danced as we now were both in synccornized as we stepped to the beat. i was also a lil afaid to turn around and see who was behind me because it felt so good to be held by another being not to mentioned he smelled good too. so as the song ended and they started playing tencho i stopped dancing and glanced around at my dance partner i couldnt believe it in a million years that it was boy who i firsted peeped as he walked in the door. Me i had on a new york hat backwards a new york yankee jersey loose fit jeans and my timbs and hair braided i was definately on point. so in my mind as i was staring into his light hazel eyes and his killer smile with pretty white teeth i asked myself why me of all people is he dancing with me. As soon as i finished the thought he grabed me by the thin of my waist and brought me close and whispered your probably wondering why i am dancing with you?
I said why yes why are u, i mean i dont mind at all but why me i am sure there all fine men to your liking then lil ole me. his response that may be the case but your the only one is the bar that is attractive and not going crazy over me. All i could do is smile and turn around and dance some more as another jam came on. So we danced for the next hour non-stop sippin on boy punch through out. So after being tired of dancing i whispered into his ear and said i was leaving handed him my business card and was getting ready to exit the club when a glass bottle came across my head. To be contined....