I nod. “Which one is your favorite?”
His mouth drops. “I don’t have a favorite,” he jokes. “They are like children to me.”
I laugh. “You are the sexiest cat lady I’ve ever seen… cat dude.” I cannot believe my words as I utter them. It must be the drugs.
His smile is demure. “Cat dude?”
“But seriously, what are their names again?” I ask. “I’ve already forgotten them.”
“You’ve never read Alexandre Dumas’Three Musketeers?”
I’m speechless for a beat. “Is this the part where you make me feel stupid?”
He smiles. “Of course not… the names of the three musketeers are Athos, Aramis and Porthos.”
“I’ll never remember that.”
He laughs. “I bet you won’t… especially since you’ve indulged in Renata’s goodies… you might even have a hard time just keeping up with this conversation.”
I cock a brow. “I’m sorry… what were you saying?”
He laughs out loud.
Unfortunately, Victoria rudely interrupts us when she reminds him it’s time for games. He says goodbye, and follows her like a puppy.
Before long, we’re playing Scattergories of all games. This whole thing is quite funny, since there’s nothing very sexy about this night at all. I came here, thinking it would be allEyes Wide Shut.
I’m having a blast until… charades.
This is the moment I regret my decision to come here tonight. I desperately want to go back in time, and not be here. I hate charades with a passion. I am literally afraid of charades. I ache for everyone who is up there, struggling to make themselves heard through motions only.
I scream out whatever comes to mind in an attempt to help out Trisha, who is at the front. What the hell is she trying to communicate? I’m way too stoned to comprehend. Finally, someone screams out the right answer;Interview with the Vampire.That's the movie she was trying to mime. Oh, damn. This isn't fun at all.
At this point, I turn to see Colton in the middle of it all, surrounded by women, and just having the time of his life. I’m kind of happy for him. Twelve grand should get you that at least.
Then my turn comes, and I freeze.No, no, no, no!But of course I have no choice but to make an utter fool of myself. I slowly unfold the piece of paper and I read:Dirty Dancing.
How does one mime dirty dancing by herself? If I had a partner, it would be easy. Well, I figure I should start with actual dancing. That part is easy. So here I am, swinging around and girating my hips. Unfortunately I’ve never been a great dancer. Thank God for the drugs which seem to be lowering my inhibitions.
Thankfully, my team catches on pretty quickly, and the redhead yells out, “Dancing!”
I nod eagerly, happy as can be. Yes, they caught on pretty fast for the first word, but what now? How do I communicate the worddirty?
I start making a sweeping motion, like I’m sweeping with a broom. They don’t get it at all. I point to the floor with a frown, and they still don’t get it. I’m struggling here. They’re not even guessing.
I’m left with no other choice but to degrade myself. I start my dirty dance, a slow slutty jaunt, the kind I imagine strippers perform. I’m doing okay at it, but… if only I had a pole to girate against. Never would I have dreamed that I’d one day want a stripper pole. But then again, I hear it’s quite the workout.
Then Sarah finally saves me when she screams out, “Dirty Dancing!”
I jump for joy. “Yes!” I now officially love Sarah.
That’s when I realize I’m having a great time. Who knew?! I glance over at Colton, and he has the biggest smile on his face. It’s priceless, and he’s beautiful. I realize that I may have misjudged him. This has been just all fun and games, no naughty bits as I had expected.
A private concert follows as Colton sits at his grand piano, and plays us a beautiful rendition ofStairway to Heaven. I get completely lost in the music and the sight of him as his fingers dance over the keys. He’s a sight to behold. And of course, all the other ladies are as equally mesmerized.
As midnight comes around, just as I’m about to start to like the guy, Colton stands and addresses his harem. He says it’s time to go and disappointed faces are seen all around. None of these women want to leave, including myself. I’m sad to go, and too stoned to drive.
As if he can read my mind, he reminds everyone about the shuttle bus waiting outside. He tells us that Trisha has kindly offered rides as well. She’s the designated driver for the night.
The mood has completely shifted as we find our belongings, and put on our jackets. No one wants to leave.
The shuttle bus is a small version of the kind you take at the airport when you're on vacation. I’m all ready to board, standing just behind Sarah when Colton calls me back.
I point at myself, very confused. “Me?”
He smiles. “Yes, you.”
