I was coming into work today and I heard this song. I instantly thought back to this party I went to when I was a senior in High School. We were technically supposed to spend the night at my friend Michele’s house but ended up going to someone’s house party. Michele, Crystal and I got dressed in our flyest gear and headed out for adventure. Crystal and I loved music. We loved to dance. The party for us was all about dancing. Michele was probably trying to go to the party to see a guy. She was always the boy crazy one
We were at the party and the music started to play. We got something to eat. None of us drank at the time. We just stood in the corner dancing and watching the room. If I recall, Michele disappeared off with some boy. (Crystal, if you’re reading this….was his name Delano? LMAO)
So we’re dancing and having a good time. I look across the room and this tall, chocolate coated man with hazel eyes appears in the distance. I tap Crystal and say…..”Girl, check this guy out.”
He was clearly standing out from everyone else at this party. You know, the cool, well-dressed dude that lays in the cut while all of the girls flock to him.
So the whole party, we are having fun. Dancing. But clearly, we are two skinny innocent girls in a room full of uh…seasoned veterans. We are clearly not at the grinding on walls stage of our development.
So all of a sudden, the rockers starts to play. A firm hand grabs mine. I turn around and it’s HIM. The tall, chocolate cutie is asking me to dance. Not only that, he leans down, gets close to my ear and asks me. The deep voice, the warm breath. He had me at hello.
We walk to the dance floor, his arm goes around my waist. I can smell the Grey Flannel (I used to love that smell!) as my fingers encircle his waist….and for the next five songs (gotta love the Reggae mix), we moved in one motion. Turns out….your boy was an island boy. Let’s just say….he left that dance uh….happy.
Once the dance broke up, can you believe we all broke out and went home? No numbers exchanged, no hooking up. Just fun. Innocent fun.
On the way home, the girls were like…”We saw you dancing with that cutie….what’s his name?” Uh……I never asked him. LMAO!!!!We still refer to him as the “Watch Man”. Why? Cause he was rocking a fly Gucci watch.
Ah Brooklyn……I love you so.