"Take her number"

I leave my girl and head out to meet some friends.
I post up with my boy who's in set with this very cute waif-like girl and I'm proud of him. Were he not my boy I would definitely flirt with her but as it is I'm proud of him and hope he'll escalate enough to make it happen.

I run into a friend of mine who has a serious fucking drinking problem and who whenever I run into him he talks to me about it, wasted as fuck, in my face and he says the things people always say who don't understand it's not about will power or deciding so much as for me it was the fact that I simply had to change due to necessity. My life was fucking empty and meaningless and I could not bear to live that way any longer. But I humor him and he gets more drunk and ten minutes later he'll barely be able to stand and make a scene and he asked to leave and I'll send out some good thoughts for him in the hopes that he finds sobriety but know that it can only come from within him.

As it is, a bob-haired blonde girl stumbles into me and cops a feel on my chest and her curly-haired friend smiles at me with a smile waaaay too big to not mean anything other than what it does. I open with the standard and classic "What's your name?"
The friend compliments my coat and my shirt, and the cute curly-haired girl is more drunk than I'd like but she's still with it and I shake her hand and hold it for a moment longer than necessary and she puts her hand on my shoulder and she wants something to firm to lean on and more than that in this moment she's tired of being alone and the rigamarole of going out and her friend mentions her boyfriend and I know this girl is tired of being with her friend who's nested up and she's not and she wants a good dressed dude to make her feel like the girl who has a good looking dude on her arm and I can tell she's never been the hot girl in the group or even the pretty girl but she's cute and her curly hair is what I like and her body is tight and she has nice legs and I want to see her lips wrapped around my dick and I know she'll submit to me and she has the shy, downward glance I look for in all potential girls, and she looks away and sighs and I can see my hand around her throat and her nails in my back and she looks into my eyes and the spark clicks and ignites.

We make the prerequisite small talk to build some base comfort and rapport and she likes what I do for a living based on her squeal of excitement and she says it's always been a fantasy to......her friend cuts in quickly from a phone conversation and says, "we have to leave, take her number," not in a bitchy or tired tone but in the tone of she wants her friend to have a good looking dude who's not a creep and will fuck her right and her friend's radar is spot on because I will do those things and I take her number and call her so she has mine and they leave and my friends smile and the whole interaction has taken like 60 seconds of actual interaction and I look up into the sky and take a deep breath and consider the options and know that this girl will be my speed in bed because my radar after 70+ women is almost always spot on these days and I know it will be good and I put her out of my mind because another girl at the next place we go is squeezing my arm and runs her fingers through my hair but I am nonplussed and somehow I simply want to sleep but I'm not tired, but I practice all the same and I file it all away in the file drawer of my mind and sleep deep and dark sleep and know that I have miles to go before I am done and I accept and resign myself to the path and let go.
  
      - Yrs. in Christ