You’ll think I was tipsy from the way I flirted with you, stroking your beard and rubbing your stomach…but in reality I was barely drunk. I’ll bring you to the dance floor and laugh at the way you move, giving a nervous smile when you smile at me, your eyes showing such delight.

Knowing you won’t be able to hear me, I’ll tell you, “I want to kiss you.” You’ll tilt your head and I’ll respond with, “Let’s grab another drink.”