We don't do that in Mexico

"Cheers!"

That was the first thing we said to each other. We were drinking a couple of tequila shots before we left to go to the bar. I was feeling dizzy. You were starting to be talkative.

We got to the place. I wanted to dance and I asked you to join me. You said you didn't dance unless you were drunk. I told you you had to dance with me even if you were not drunk. You said: O.K.

We started dancing and you asked me to get closer to you.

-I don't do that. We don't do that in Mexico.

-Well, you're not in Mexico anymore, so come closer.

I really didn't want to do it. I was kind of waiting for someone else. So I came back to the table to check my cell phone. No new messages. We went back to the dance floor and we were having a good time. But everytime I had a chance, I went to the table to look for my cell phone.

-Hey, what's your cell phone number?

I gave you my number and 10 seconds later I received a text... from you:

You shouldn't bother for someone who clearly doesn't want to be here.

I gave you a big smile. You were right.

We came back to the dance floor. This time we were close. Really close.

-You are the most beautiful woman in this room- you whispered to my ear.

-Haha, you're funny.

-Seriously, it's not because I'm dancing with you. You truly are the most beautiful woman in this room.

And then you said:

-Come on, let's go outside. I need to get some air.

I knew what you were looking for, but I went there anyway.

-You know, I would really like to kiss you right know. Would it be bad if I kissed you?

-No, not at all.

Then you came closer.

And then you kissed me. And it was a freaking good kiss.