The bouncer checks our i.d.’s and smiles at me, my date’s hands on the small of my back leading me into the dark club with the glowing red lights. We are suddenly surrounded by loud music, and the smell of sweat and alcohol.
We do shots of smooth tequila, pausing to let the warmth of the liquid spread through our chests. He touches my long, smooth legs, made longer by the 5 inch white stilletos worn for the first time. I touch his bald head as he licks his moist lips. Both being fun loving Gemini’s we dance closely while chatting up those around us. He whispers to me “Let’s go home, gorgeous.”
What she didn’t know is that a Saturday night, a first date, and lots of fun, could be possible when going home alone after divorce.
