YOU

Once I was out at the club, in a dress that was designed to make boys/guys/men feel really hot under the collar and really hard inside their pants. 

It was not the kind of dress I would have usually worn but I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend of five years and two months.

He had left me for another woman and so I wore the dress.

I thought that I looked good and I felt powerful and when I walked in my high heels it was as though I didn't care anymore.

So I went into the club and then I saw you, but after a few seconds you started to talk to someone with extremely large breasts and I realised that it probably wasn't you at all but that I was yet to find you. And then I saw that there were many you's in the club and I thought, Jesus Christ! Who needs a relationship! And I began to weave my wicked spell on all the men in the club.

After an hour or so my friend patted me on the back while I was sick in the toilet.

She said that my dress really suited me and that she thought I had lost weight.

She also said that she had always been jealous of my relationship with my mother.

We talked about her relationship with her mother for 30-40 minutes and then I realised that there was no time to find you before the lights came on in the club and made her come back out into the club and dance to Rihanna even though she was crying.

She was crying and singing at the same time and also dancing in a very weird way.

I looked at some girls who were wearing big clothes where only a tiny bit of their bodies showed, like their wrists or sometimes their bellies. They were surrounded by men and they danced very well. I tried to dance like them and I pulled down my dress and a man said, 'put it away love!'

He was the first man to have spoken to me all night and even though he was rude and had orange hair I thought it might be you.

In the taxi queue my friend told me to shut up, I told her to shut up back and thought that she was jealous because I was talking to a man.

'Did you have a good one?' he said. He had a nice jacket and carried a blue plastic bag.

'Oh yeah it was great.' I said. 'We danced all night.'

'You want to come back to mine? We can split the taxi fare.'

The man didn't look at me. I thought, I'm not going to sleep with you on the first date. And then I thought; I'm not actually on a date. But then I thought that I should try and still be alluring in case this man was you. I took off my white jacket even though I was freezing.

'I'm so warm,' I said. 

The man looked at all the other women at the bus stop. My friend was green, like she was going to be sick.

'So how about it then.'

I laughed a bit.

'I'm not that kind of girl mister!' I said. I thought that he looked very disappointed and I said, 'I'll give you my phone number though.'

'Why?' he said.

'What do you mean why?' I said.

He shrugged and looked away.

I realised that he certainly could be you and that a chance like this probably wouldn't come round again for a long while.

'Okay!' I said wildly. 'Let's do it!'

My friend was very tired and moaned and said, 'Don't, Angela.'

But I did and when we got in the taxi he huddled up inside of his big jacket and didn't say anything so I said my address in the space where he should have said his. My place was fairly close anyway. 

He didn't say anything else the whole rest of the journey either even though I started several conversations and I ended up talking to the taxi driver who I started to realise might be you instead.

I almost asked the taxi driver for his phone number and said, 'Can I get a receipt,' but in a low voice as if to say, 'can I have your phone number.' And while he was writing it out I held my breath and then ran into the house to turn on all the lights and see if he had written his phone number on the bottom.

He hadn't though.

The other man sat on my sofa and took three cans of Strongbow out of his blue plastic bag and still wouldn't really make any conversation so I just put on the radio really loudly.

Later, when I took off my white dress he tried to get an erection but he couldn't.

I realised that he wasn't you.