“That’s the last one” I say as I begrudgingly hand over the last beer in the ice bucket of the most amazing halloween party ever. Even through the dramatic make up he could see the look of disappointment on my face, so instantly took it upon himself to drag me from the premises forthwith, down the corridor and into the conveniently awaiting lift with initially only one plan in mind. For the sake of the party and for our outrageous flirting to blossom, we needed more alcohol. The doors closed, we locked eyes and that was apparently all it took to get the best hour and a half snog of my life…”
That amazing feeling you get on a first kiss was amplified by the confined cozyness of the lift and the fact that I had on the most understatedly provocative period costume, complete with tall wig, false eyelashes, garter and a dainty black heart perfectly placed on my revealing décolletage. Of course the initial intake of alcohol helped but honestly I couldn’t tell you how euphoric I felt at that moment and I didn’t want to let it go… so whilst drunkly attached to his face I frantically pushed all the buttons to stop at every floor - but rather annoyingly there were only five and at that moment of realisation we both instinctively pressed them all again to head back up.
Unfortunately kissing and fumbling under the influence meant that the minutes blurred and before we knew it a musical tone chimed bringing us back to reality indicating that the lift had stopped and the doors were about to open. Again. Inevitably we were greeted by fellow party goers, re-stocked with their blue plastic bags filled with freshly chilled beverages. So there was us on the floor of the smallest lift in the world surrounded by masses of underskirt, a dishevelled appearance and most of my facepaint around his once tidy beard. Failing to look remotely innocent meant that an uncomfortable moment followed as we headed back up to the top floor, oh not forgetting to awkwardly pose for a photo courtesy of our latest lift buddies. A couple of young Japanese girls with a Kodak wind up camera (old School, love it). As quick as the camera flashed we were waving our newly found friends goodbye then the lift doors closed for another private journey to the ground level… Where we did eventually exit, stagger round the corner to the local petrol station and purchased the most disgusting bottle of wine we had ever tasted. Funnily enough we didn’t drink the wine and as it turned out we didn’t even need the wine to decide to take another few trips in the elevator.
I don’t know whether it was the disguise and mixture of senses or the fact that I hadn’t even gotten close to a man in months that made the whole episode so delicious, but I can tell you he enjoyed it as much as me and we are meeting this weekend. Fabulous.
