It was about two and half years ago, when I started to date with a young, brunette girl. I won't tell you her real name, let's just call her Lena. So, we first met on a party, it was kind of like a birthday party, where, after some shots of vodka, she sat on may lap, and we then started to talk to each other. I can clearly remember that she was in a red dress and her fingernails were red as well. She was a skinny girl, something like she is. I don't know what happened later that night, probably nothing, but still, I can't remember.
In about two weeks though we had a date, where we talked about a lot of things. She was kinda like an artistic girl, she can even flute, she knows a lot about fashion and she was sometimes playing in stage plays. Though the date wasn't so bad, I didn't call her for about a week, after which we met again, but it wasn't like that date before, at all.
It was in a nightclub, where guitarists were playing on their acoustic guitars. Lena was really surprised to see me, and for first I didn't think she was happy - but later she proved, she was. We got to the stage, in front of it, where we could also dance. She was really like a sweet kitten while dancing, and later she showed even more of her artistic vein: she grabbed her own flute and started improvise to the music, while she was dancing between my hands. I've never seen her so happy before, although she isn't the kind of person who shows her feelings.
Later that night she was even laying and almost sleeping on my lap, still at that place, and then we went home together. That though, won't be told this time...