jump up to take a shower than started styling my hair and doing my makeup. I figured I should go out tonight Maybe to a club?. Ever since I was old enough I enjoyed clubbing. Not for drinking or mingling. Mostly for the dancing part it just feels like I can lose myself and forget about all the pain around me, the sound of music is like my own form of therapy. I throw my dress on and walk over to my large bathroom mirror and add my shoes. I do a last minute Touch-Up and than head out the door. I walk into the club from what I heard is quite popular. The club is full your typical Saturday night club sweat bodies dancing all over. The impossible to get a drink crowded bar. I walk over to the over crowded bar and I attempt to get the bar tenders attention, "moments later he finally asks me what I want "two vodka shots and one dirty martini "comin right up "the bartender says before disappearing. The loud sound of the music is like Advil to a headache for my pained heart. "I'm jake " a voice says in a Australian accent across from me. "Lindy "I can buy your drinks?" He says. "no no but thanks for the offer."I say. He's quite good looking wearing a light blue Botton up shirt with a few bottons at the top open just exposing a little bit of chest hair. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl "he says sipping on his beer. "That's a bad pic-up-line "I say laughing "it is isn't it." He says half smiling "the bartender sets down my drinks. I hand him my credit card and take a shot. He just watches me down the shot. "My mother always said never trust a girl who does shots" he says like its a big disappointment. "do you always take your mothers dating advise." I say resting my elbow on the bar and setting my knuckles under my chin. "No Not always especially not sex advise. He says giving me a big beautiful smile "probably wise I respond
"so are we gonna talk about my mother all night or. He says standing up "are you going to take pity on a poor Mate with bad pick up lines and dance with me"he says extending out his hand. I down my last shot and sip my martini "let's go. He smiles as I take his hand. He leads us to the dance floor as He sets his directly on my hips are we start moving to the beat both our bodies responding to one another. It's takes a minute to set before I start thinking about how wrong this is. "listen I can't I'm sorry but I'm not ready for this my... My boyfriend just died "I say in his ear. he lets go of my hips "I'm really sorry to hear that I'm sorry . He says sounding apologetic "no it's nothing you did it's just I'm not ready. I say walking away "how about if we just talk I'll be good promise "sorry I just need a minute. I say "okay well I'll be here if you maybe want to have a drink. He says before turning on his heels up the stairs to the second level.