It’s time to head to the club. Not one of those dingy locals. A high-end nightclub with a dress code. Like B-Club or Kiza lounge. A luxurious spot. So you need the perfect nightclub outfit. A super suave nightclub party blazer. One guaranteed to leave a stunning impression.
So you pull this beautiful piece out of your wardrobe.
My oh my. It’s about to get real. You can’t wait to see the reaction to this masterpiece. It was a big hit when you attended your friend’s wedding last week. But this is the big league. Grand entrance. Fine women. Drinks flowing. The sweet smell of Shisha in the air. It’s going to be one hell of a night.
So you pull up and get out of the car. And before you’ve even entered the nightclub, your homeboys can’t help but appreciate your level of swag.
I mean, they’ve always known you to be a good dresser but this is freaking ridiculous. They’ve never seen anything like it. So you hug them, complete the customary greetings, then it’s time to make your grand entrance into the nightclub.
And what an entrance. You can see guys from the side of your eye giving your jacket the respect and appreciation it deserves.
Then as you’re walking to find a place to sit, random women keep pulling up to you with seductive gazes.
You begin to feel the power and self-confidence surge building up from within. This is what it must feel like to be the president of a country. “I love it!” You think to yourself.
You and your crew settle down at the VIP section and order drinks. You scan the place. It’s looking exquisite. One of your favorite songs starts blasting from the nightclub’s powerful speakers.
You can’t help but grin as you lean back onto your seat and appreciate just how good life is at this moment. And it is at that exact moment when you’re leaning back that you see her. One of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen.
She’s ignored everyone around her and is focused on you. The connection is palpable. Despite the loud music and crowd of people, feels as if the two of you are alone in a room.
And you can tell from the not-so-subtle hints she’s throwing at you that she likes what she sees.
Wow. You feel a tinge of excitement. And perhaps because blood is quickly rushing from your head to another organ in your lower body, you find yourself not overthinking the situation.
Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have the courage to do it. however, the self-confidence created by the masterpiece you have on has you inspired. You feel like a different man. A much stronger more capable man. So you stand up, head over, and tell her how attractive you think she is. And the seductive mistress from across the room turns into a shy human being giggling at every one of your lame jokes. Putty in your hands so to speak.
So the two of you find a fairly quiet spot within the club. Conversation flows. 30 minutes pass. Then one hour. Then two. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also actually very intelligent. And funny. A trifecta you just can’t resist. The connection feels very real to you. You wonder if she feels the same way.
Then the friends she came with come over and let her know that it’s time to leave. “I’m good,” she tells them in that sweet angelic voice of hers. “I’ll take a cab.”
She then turns back to you. More conversation. Stronger connection. And before you know it, she’s giving you this look.
As things continue to flow naturally, somehow someway the two of you find yourselves back at your place a few hours later. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Wonder how much of that would’ve happened the way it did without the one-of-a-kind nightclub jacket in question?