This one’s for the fellas.
You saw her when she came in the door. Maybe you saw her sitting with her girlfriends knocking back “lady looking drinks” at their table. Or maybe she was at the bar. You make eye contact. She doesn’t smile, but she doesn’t frown either. You catch a vibe and want to meet her. You turn to the bartender for help.
“Hey bartender, what’s the one in the black dress and thick waist drinking?
“Send over to her a purified, filtered, sanctified bottle of holy water from heaven. Tell her it’s from the guy on the third barstool.”
When her drink is delivered and you’re pointed out as the Gentleman paying she looks your way and smiles a “thank you”.
You two do the swap a glance from across the room as afew songs play through then you get up and ask her to dance.
She says “yes”. You feel “Yesss”.
You two break a sweat to a few up-tempo numbers and go for a break.
You need to talk to her.
You need a jam – a low-key jam – slow jam that’ll get your lips to her ear so you can tell her you’re feeling her vibe. You’re feeling her heart beats, tasting her sweat, smelling her natural sweetness, all from way across the room. You need a jam that will let her know her vibe is cutting so deep in the morning when you’re both at your home you’ll feel her when she dreams when she shifts and turns in bed, you’ll feel her when she combs her hair.
Slip the Dj a sawbuck, spritz your grill with a shot or two of portable Listerine and make sure your cologne is not overpowering – Marvin Gaye is about to get you two up close and personal.
The devil will tell you to go for the quick grind – fuck him. Gentlemen don’t fuck ladies – they love them accordingly.
God will tell you to hold her above the waist, slide your hands up and down her shoulder blades, and take the opportunity to tell her why she’s in your arms.
You’ve got roughly 3 minutes to let her know why out of all the women in the ambiance at the moment, she is the one pressing chests with you. She’s listening -Marvin Gaye is assisting, – it’s all on you brother.