Another Saturday Night at South Beach

It was about 1 a.m. when my buzz finally kicked in. (Skyy Vodka used to work so much more quickly for me ... maybe it's time to switch to Grey Goose.)

Anyway, the vodka hit and the music was awesome. And, I'd seen him earlier, so I knew he was here ... his name is TJ, and he's the cutest little Asian guy I've ever seen. Pretty much a twink, with a short, spiked haircut, a compact, muscular body, and the sweetest smile. I've known a few of the guys he was hanging out with for years, so I went up to them to say hello and get a formal intro. (I already knew who he was, but it was time for him to know me!!)

That was earlier. Now, the alcohol was working, the dance floor was packed, and I was feeling brave. I smiled, he smiled back. I'd been dancing for an hour, and needed a bathroom break. My boyfriend wasn't leaving, so I went by myself.

TJ came in.

By now, he'd lost his shirt. OH MY GOD. Smooth, smooth chest. Small, perfect nipples. Perfect, light-olive skin. Well defined abs. Not an ounce of fat. His jeans were riding low, and I couldn't take my eyes off his quivering torso. Here he was, the hottie I'd been craving since I first saw him earlier this summer ... right here, topless and in the flesh ... and waiting in line with me in the bathroom at SoBe.

He smiled.

Perfect smile. White teeth ... almost glowing ... or maybe that was the blacklight from the club?

"Hey again JJ."

"Hey TJ ... having fun?"

"Oh yeah, the music's great. I gotta pee BAD, though."

I let him cut in front of me. I watched from behind as he got the next open urinal ... when he was finished, I met him just outside the bathroom and asked if I could buy him a drink. While we waited in line with so many cute guys, I got his number and talked for a few minutes. My buzz was REALLY making things foggy ... but I'm sure we got along pretty well ... I'm gonna call him now and see if he remembers meeting me. Wish me luck!