In the eve of November, she went out to a party. She was ready for laughs, for giggles and boys. Ready to shed her ‘good girl’ image, for all girls go bad from time to time…
With her boytoy at hand, they jumped out of the truck and danced their way in there. Into the party house, the music was wild; the drinks were served. Tired of her boy of the moment, she was ready to recreate that fire she first felt and eyed the potentials.
Up the stairs in those party heels she knew a dancer up there… without a glance from her “toy” downstairs, she made her way up with drink in one hand, sass in the other. Eyeing the target, she walked over to where the dancers were lounging, but lo and behold the target was missing and another took the place. Not thinking of it much, she sat down next to him; talking and laughing, drinks doing the trick. A new friend was created, and he made her smile.
The clock ticked by and goodbyes were said. Surprising her much, he kissed her lightly and walked away.
Nothing was made much on that, as the day after she broke up with the boyfriend, avoided that dancer, and made up time with her boytoy.

Two months passed, and she got closer to that dancer…