honest . . . this is awkward.â
I blew air and nodded. âIt is.â
âWanna . . . stop?â
I said, âLetâs just stop bullshitting each other.â
âAw, man.â He nudged me. âSure you want to? We were having so much fun.â
âNo.â I laughed. âNot unless you do.â
âYou keep touching your hair, your face.â
âDo I?â
He nodded. âYouâre all over the place.â
âYour leg keeps bouncing,â I told him. âThe change in your pocket is talking to me.â
âTrust me.â He had a nervous grin. âIâm over here hoping Iâm funny, hoping that Iâm impressing you in some way, hoping Iâm a good date so far, hoping we have a good time.â
I raised a brow. âYouâre trying to impress me?â
âYouâre beautiful. Good personality. Not what I expected.â
I nudged him. âStop stealing my thoughts.â
He laughed again.
I said, âIâm over here trying to think of open-ended questions to keep us talking.â
We laughed together.
âWhat we said . . .â I let my words hang, then shifted, didnât know what to do with my hands, so I swallowed some more sake. âDid you want to . . . do something else?â
âYeah. If you want to. No pressure. Iâm free for the night.â
He gave me a boyish smile, reached across the table, took my hand, rubbed my skin.
He said, âReady to go?â
âLead the way.â
We left Nippon, hand in hand, opening the door between us a little wider.
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A lot of traffic was going into Horton Plaza, a combination of seasonal shoppers and moviegoers. Military sentiment and support was on bumper stickers, in store windows. This was a military town and a lot of the men had the buzz cuts to prove it.
Carpe asked, âWhat kinda music do you like?â
âDoesnât matter. Iâm open. You dance?â
âLittle bit.â
We heard blues playing and went into Croceâs, a shotgun-style bar that had a small stage up front. We sipped beers, ate peanuts, were having a great time. Two Heinekens later I was thinking, fuck Weight Watchers and fuck the rest of the calorie-counting world. The music resurrected my soul, and it felt like I was nineteen again, reliving my college days, wild and loose, throwing caution to the wind, going after whatever made me feel good at the moment.
I didnât know any of the songs, but I was rocking and clapping my hands and loving every minute of it. Weâd been there about an hour when a couple of nice-looking sisters came in and sat at the bar. Fine women with big legs in short skirts. Carpe rubbed my leg, told me heâd be right back, then went to those women. It was interesting watching him introduce himself, interesting watching the way they reacted to him with smiles, and just like that they were in a conversation. Not more than a minute went by before he came back to me.
He said, âThereâs a hip-hop club around the corner.â
âYeah?â
âYou said you wanted to dance.â
âSo, anything I ask for, you can make it happen.â
âIâll do my best.â
âA sister could get used to being treated like this.â
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As soon as we walked into the club, we took off our coats and made our way to the crowded floor, found some elbow room, and danced to the remixed and hard beats of Too Short telling motherfuckers to quit hatinâ, then bounced to 50 Cent, DMX, Nas, Snoop, and a few others. We danced until I felt sweat covering my arms and back. We rested long enough to wipe our brows, get more drinks, then went back to the dance floor.
A camera kept flashing. It was a red-haired white girl, snapping away.
She came out on the floor, a brother dancing all up on her, licking his lips and smiling like he wanted to use her to end racism, at least until the sun
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