I was with this absolutely fabulous guy... tall, dark hair, peircing eyes, great build. dinner, wine, (lots of really good wine), and dancing.
we were in a rather upscale club. not the kind of place my ex-hubs had ever taken me.
dancng the night away.
somehow decide to sway to a seductively slow tune and as i nuzzle in just a wee bit closer i catch a glimpse of. nooooo.
my ex, sitting at the bar watching...now that was bad enough, but this was our anniversary.
flustered, and flummoxed i stepped on my dates foot, who tripped, pulling me off balance and i trip into the table at the edge of the dance floor spilling their drinks one of which lands on the floor, where trying to regain some composure i step and damn the stilletto heels i land on my arse.