We met last night (Feb 19th) at Honey's, both of us first-time attendees. I was in the black jumper with a loose-knit cardigan on top until you took it off, and the black heart necklace you wanted me to keep on. You were wearing tights and denim shorts, a black top, beautiful necklaces, and a red leather jacket with the belt I kept pulling you in by. You're a painter. Prettiest eyes I've ever seen that you kept locked on the floor even when you held me close. I lit your cigarette on the back patio and then we talked about art until we kissed. You took me on the dance floor and bought me a drink before saying you had to go grab something and gestured that I should text you. We never exchanged info, and I've been thinking about you all day. I'd love to meet again.