Gin and Tonic

2 oz gin
5 oz tonic water
1 lime wedge

Pour the gin and the tonic water into a highball glass almost filled with ice cubes. Stir well. Garnish with the lime wedge. 11% alcohol.

The moment I spotted her on the crowded dance floor of that Hong Kong disco, I knew I had found what I was looking for and I knew it was time to order a Gin and Tonic.

First I saw her highlighted Baby Doll dress under the strobe-lights, made of pure white chiffon that seemed to float in the air, ready to be blown off like the seeds of a dandelion globe in a love-me love-me-not game.

The spaghetti straps were so thin that you would have nearly forgotten she was wearing something on her bare silky shoulders.

A dress, long enough to cover most of her thighs, but short enough far all to see her beautiful knees and legs, opaque enough to avoid raw exposure of her underwear but not enough not to see through the figure of her shapely body.

I came closer to the dance floor, staying concealed in the crowd. I wanted to be sure she was the One before beckoning her.

She was dancing alone, with graceful slow motion moves, probably following the beat of a distant music I wasn’t listening to anymore, me being mesmerized by her mating ritual.

Avoiding to make eye contact, I had a glimpse at her face and I got pretty sure she was Thai. So promising!

I went round the dance floor for a side view. She looked slim in her sweet and flirty dress, ‘her stomach must be flat’ I thought. She had a small bust too and no tarty big boobs that wobble but elegant firm bosoms.  

Her nose was quite flat and she had strong feet. If it wasn’t for her fair skin I would have bet she was from Isaan.

I moved to see her from behind. Her criss cross dress revealed a toned back and along her spine the higher part of a deep furrow that went down to her shapely buttocks.

I disappeared in the crowd and I came out to face her in front of the dance floor.

At this stage, whoever she was, working girl or not, I would have given anything to get her and I wouldn’t have let anybody approach her, she had to be mine.

I rose my glass toward her with my best smile.

She acknowledged me back with a smile, but not that beaming 10 000 W smile that toasts you on the spot, but a sweet soothing one, the one of a person who accepts her fate, a smile you feel more than you see, a smile that spreads around her in concentric waves and that soak you in until your heart is snugly, and in a moment of abandon she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes embellished with sequins sparkling.

She approached toward me gliding and dancing at the same time, and as she reached across I took her hand. I had everything to be happy tonight, a Gin and Tonic in one hand and the promise of love in the other.

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