“Are those blue suede shoes?” you asked.
“Are you color blind?” I replied, “And, that’s blue suede STILETTOS for ya.”
“Smart mouth, I see.”
“And you’re quite the observer.”
“It just made me think of that Elvis’ song, and since I’m a fan…”
“Well, you can drink my liquor, but don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.”
“Ha! You know the song? I’m impressed.”
“C’mon, it’s Elvis Presley—his biography might as well be a prerequisite for USA History 101.”
I remember how you laughed at that silly comment when it wasn’t even funny. But, “You’re hilarious,” you said, unable to control your giggles. Is that a thing you do when you’re nervous? Because, that was such an interest indicator, let me tell you. You’re pretty obvious in everything you do, aren’t you? And the way you looked at me—your dark gray eyes were out on stalks! And your jaw was on the ground… Boy, you sure give yourself away. Wait, was it all part of the plan?
You must’ve seen something I did not. Here was I thinking that I was just answering to some random guy’s question in an unconventional way, just entertaining myself not to lose my mind while waiting in line to get into the worst nightclub in DC—not remotely guessing how it would all end. You were such an oddly friendly stranger. It was like talking to an old friend; it was easy with you. And, we found out we had so much in common, who knew.
Though amused, I kept rolling my eyes because I thought you were trying too hard. How was I supposed to believe you hadn’t used that same pickup line on other girls? You seemed too confident. But it didn’t matter. You already had my attention. I just wish you had known how to keep me interested.
