One

   During the past year I was fortunate enough to meet a mirror. Her name is E. I met her at a

dance club near the water on a Saturday night. My friend thought that this was an excellent place

for people to meet and he was right. The majority of the women were White although there were

some Black, Brown, and Yellow women as well. They all wore clothes that covered as little as

possible. I knew I was going to like the place.

    Once we got inside, me and my friend moved among the mass of flesh and discovered that

there were three areas: The DJ dance floor, the eating area, and the live band room. My friend

stayed in the room that had the live band playing oldies and top forty songs. It was bright and the

people danced kind of reserved. I left him and went to the DJ dance floor. It was darker and the

people danced however they pleased.

    I took a seat on one of the speakers and watched the crowd. I could actually feel the volume

of the bass and it seemed to me the flares of my trousers were flapping with every beat.

A slim attractive Brown woman in a skintight black dress motioned me to join her on the

floor so I did. She smiled and swayed. She couldn’t really move too much due to the fact that her

dress was so tight. After a while it was clear she was there with friends, and she nodded toward a

small pack of White women standing on the outer edge of the dance floor. She pointed to the

prettiest of them telling me to go ask her to dance. I walked over to the prettiest one, took her by

the hand and pulled her onto the floor. At first, she seemed stunned with my approach, but I said

her friend told me to bring her out and dance. She smiled and began dancing. She mostly moved

her shoulders and her feet a little and bobbed her head. After a few songs I thanked her and went

and sat back down on the speaker. I continued to watch her dance and noted the herky-jerky way

she moved. She had an angelic face and the most intense eyes.

    I started watching the other people and lost track of the prettiest one for a while until the

dream state I was in was broken by her grabbing my hand and dragging me onto the dance floor.

She held me very, very, close and it felt fantastic. After a few songs she pulled away and faded

into the crowd. I sat down again on the speaker. I was pleasure dizzy and could hardly think.

My head cleared enough for me to decide I should give her my telephone number. It was a

weird sensation. It was like the idea literally popped into my brain. I distinctly remember

physically feeling the thought arrive.

    I got a pen from the bar and wrote my number on a napkin.

I looked around for her. I didn’t see her, but I did see the brown woman who first motioned

me to dance. I asked her if she would give my number to her friend. She seemed perturbed at my

request and reluctantly agreed, folding the napkin and putting it in her purse. I thanked her and

found my friend in the live band room.

He was having a good time dancing with a White woman with yellow hair. My friend is

Black. I smiled and he waved.

    I got bored with the band and headed over to the DJ section and saw the prettiest one in the

eating section of the club sipping a drink.

    “I thought you left.” I said to her. She looked up only slightly and continued sipping her

drink.

    “Oh, hi.” She answered. I introduced myself and she told me her name.

    “You want to go outside and talk?” She asked.

    “Sure.”

    She walked away and I followed her through the eating section, through the DJ dance area,

out the entrance, and into the late-night air. She took out a clove cigarette from the little black

purse she was wearing and offered me one. I really have never liked clove cigarettes. When I

was a kid going to rock concerts it seemed like someone was always lighting one up in front of

me. They smell awful. They smell too sweet.

    She asked me where I lived, and I told her I lived in the city. I asked where she lived, and she

was vague saying she lived in the Bay Area. I said that was a big area to live in and she just

shrugged.

    Then she asked me what I did for a living. I told her and asked the same.

    “I’m a jewel thief. I steal jewelry.”

    She smiled and I knew she was playing with me. I smiled and took another drag from the

awful clove cigarette I was smoking. Her friend that I gave my phone number to was leaving the

club with a guy and she stopped long enough to retrieve the napkin and give it to E. I explained

that I gave that to her friend to give to her and she put it in her purse.

    She studied me and held my chin in her hand and moved my head for a left, and then a right

profile.

    “You have a strong face.”

    “Thanks.”

    We finished our cigarettes, and I followed her back inside. We hooked up with her friends in

a booth in the eating part of the club. The two girls we joined had a sleazy man on each side of

them whispering in their ears. After a while the sleazy men went away, and it was just me and

the girls. My friend and the yellow haired woman he was dancing with stopped by for a while

and then left. Eventually it was closing time and the girls offered to take me home.

    The girls and I waited outside while E got her coat. I listened to them chit-chat about who was

with who and who was only a player. E came out and took my chin in her hand again showing

her friends my strong face and then we moved on. As we were walking the girls were saying

how hungry they were and started naming restaurants we could go to in the early morning. We

passed a pizza place and there was a delivery guy standing in the doorway holding a pizza. E

said that she would love a pizza. I asked the guy how much and he told me. I bought the pizza

much to the delight of the girls. Each took a slice as I held the box open. E fed me since my

hands were full. She held the slice, and I would take a bite and keep walking.

    We got to the car and E demanded to drive. I rode shotgun and handed the remaining pizza to

the girls in back. We circled the block once to see who was leaving the club with who and then

headed down Mission Street toward where I live.

    I told E that what would really impress me was if she could drive the car with no hands

steering only with her knees. She demonstrated she could do this, so I added that she needed to

keep steering with her knees and act like she was taking a bong hit. She did that as well and I

told her I was impressed.

    The girls in the back began questioning me about what it was I did, and one asked me point

blank if I made a lot of money. My response was rather crass and defensive, but it ended their

questioning. E didn’t seem put off with my reply and pointed out a good-looking man in a car

that drove by. I said he was gay, and she argued with me.

    “Well, he must be bisexual then because I’ve slept with him.”

Of course I hadn’t, I just wanted to rattle her, and it worked. She seemed confused and the

girls in the back started laughing and would point out other men in cars asking if I slept with

them and I kept saying yes because it upset E. She had an angry expression on her face and

wouldn’t look at me.

    Right before we reached where I live, I took pity on her and assured her that I had not slept

with those men, and it seemed to ease her mood some. She was thinking awfully hard and had a

quiet confusion about her that went unnoticed by the girls in the back who were laughing about

something else by now.

    We got to my neighborhood, and I had her pull to my corner to let me out.

    “Call me.” I told her.

    She said she would and sped off up the street. I could see the girls in the back laughing. They

might have been laughing at me. I didn’t mind.