He traveled across the gleaming dance floor, rolling his hips, thrusting his pelvis, as if he weren’t a little man trying to pick up a giant. On my left, an idiot laughed. My Romeo sidestepped in time to the disco song.
I hoisted him onto my shoulders, surprised by the mass of his tight, lean muscles. I felt his buttocks on my deltoids. I swung him between my legs, never missing a beat. As the speakers screamed ‘Thriller,’ he moonwalked between my legs, feet on snail slime. Slick.
We left for my place. Two misfit pieces, 40 inches apart, holding hands.