My friends and I went to a club somewhere in Odeon last Saturday. At first, we didn’t like the music so much but we moved our bodies to the beat anyway. And then one of my friends spoke to the DJ to ask of he could play Lady Gaga. And he did.
While we danced to Lady Gaga’s Disco Stick, I looked at the DJ and he looked at me. He gestured for me to come to his booth and I was unsure if he was talking to me, but I came anyway.
“So I played Lady Gaga, which I normally don’t do because I don’t like Lady Gaga,” he shouted over the loud music.
“Thank you,” was all I could answer.
The DJ was kinda cute, with piercing blue eyes and a boyish charm.
“OK, so normally I would like a kiss in return,” he said.
I was a little bit shocked by his request.
“Where?” I asked.
He pointed to his lips.
I shook my head.
“Sorry, but I’m with my boyfriend.”
“What?” he asked.
“Je suis avec mon copain!” I shouted in French.
And then he just touched his right cheek for me to kiss.
I kissed his right cheek very lightly I wasn’t even sure it happened.
And then I went back to dancing with my friends.
