it was a dark dark lonely night, his face gleamed white and sharp in the moonlight. there was a huge hint of a curve in his thin nose. judging by the curvature of his chin and neck, he is defnitely my type of guy. his body angled in such way that exposes his lean body. 'mysterious, sexy, dashing', i thought to myself. my dressing for the night was definitely appropriate for an encounter with this man in handsome leather jacket. god god god, i thought to myself, should i brush shoulders with him and leave the street thinking what a lucky bitch i am ? or should i write my digits on a vanilla scented card and gently place it in his hand. of course, there is an ulterior motive, that is to be able to touch his maybe smooth but rigidly firm palms. with every inch nearer i got to him, the more i started to stumble on my footsteps, just like desperate moth in lamplight. finally, before i knew it, i was already standing right beside him. he gave a slightly crooked smile- my stomach fluttered, exposing his gleaming set of white teeth. a wink came next. i was much more intrigued and at the same time, appreciatively enjoying this love seeking game that we started unknowingly. of course, there were no words involved, it was just a silent affair-
