Gaze from across the dance floor

It was at around 10 p.m. on a rainy Saturday night in a dark bar. The East Van Playboys were in full swing at Brandiz Bar on Hastings and it was then that I noticed you flashing me with your eyes from across the packed dance floor. You were tall enough you could spot me over the crowd. I was able to make out that you were wearing a Mudhoney shirt with a black vest. I am not sure what happened to the brash young lady inside of me who would usually fight with bared teeth through the horde to be the main dancing star in the spot light of such a magical gaze. But I digress, I felt a bit intimidated by your striking presence and stood there like a pole in cement. I admit it, I was a chicken shit. After the East Van Playboy's set my jello spine formed a back bone and I set out like a demon to scour the bar for you. Nothing. Then the smoke pit, again nothing. I even ventured to the sketchy alley in the back to see if perhaps you were out smoking a J. Nope. Snooze you lose I suppose. But I don't like to lose that easy and so I give this add a chance hoping your heavenly gaze happens upon it. I was the blond in leather heels at the bar on the other side of the dance floor. And don't pretend you didn't see me because you kept on shooting me glances. I had a short cherry red skirt and black halter top. Please get a hold of me or maybe I'll see you there again.

When: Saturday, October, 9 2010

Where: The New Brandiz

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