Vortexia's Secret

last night i had a christmas party. turned out to be a bunch of people who knew each other... and then mayhem and me. we were kind of the oddballs out, but it turned out ok. i zoned out during the shop talk stuff, and made an impression with my entrance. i brought dirty cocktail napkins and was wearing a tight semi-see-through shirt that (mayhem told me afterward) made my boobs look HUGE (well i guess they already are though!). anyway, heads turned. i was also the only girl there who wasn't engaged, and there were 4 available men there. so being a girl in need of a little entertainment, i found the cutest single boy there, and locked eyes with him. he was mine from that point forward. the whole group would be having a conversation and i'd look over to see him staring at me. right in the eyes. this happened over and over throughout the night. sometimes with a smile, sometimes looking over at me when laughing at a joke, and sometimes just staring. at one point in the night, i had to get up and find some chapstick in my purse, and the only way out of the tight space where we were all crammed was to stand up, rotate around and step over a couple people, which put my butt right in his face. NOT done on purpose, but i had no choice. mayhem claims that this guy was staring front and center at that point. and at the end of the night, he looked right at me when he said "it was nice meeting you" to the general group before leaving. ah yes, the powers of a beautiful woman.

on the way home, i told mayhem that the guy kept checking me out all night. according to him all of the guys there were checking me out. and then he asked a bad question: "so where was he staring? your ass or your boobs?" normally not a bad question to ask, but since this guy was staring at my face, i had to bust his balls a little. so i asked why he could only be staring there and why he wouldn't want to look at my face, which some people consider pretty. you could hear the "oh shit" go down in his head. so he stumbles and mumbles and says something about of course i had a beautiful face and blah blah. he didn't really get in trouble for it, but i just wanted to give him a little bit of a hard time.

last night after the party, mayhem came in for a little while to cuddle and make out. i think it as one of the nicest times we've had together in a LONG time. he borrowed my chapstick on the drive home, so both of our lips were silky buttery soft. and we were that right temperature of warmness. warm enough that snuggling up together feels perfect and cozy, but not so warm that the guy starts to sweat. all in all, it was a fabulous evening.